Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.

She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.

I think you are very selfless.

He's not here." "Not here like he just popped around the corner to the bodega for a six-pack of Diet Coke and a box of Krispy Kremes, or not here like.

The Law may be hard but it's the law.

Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of - " He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know." "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you." "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.

All Lightwoods look the same to me—