You couldn't change the past. You could only go forward

We may not be all that bright, Jace said, but at least we are alive.

You always find the right quote, or the right thing to say to make me believe you love me.

I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!" "If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered.

A patient, methodical sort of madman. The worst kind.

This time Clary concentrated, trying to focus her mind on Simon-The Simon-ness of him, the shape of the way he thought, the feeling of hearing his voice, the sence of him close. His whispers, his secrets, the way he made her laugh. 'So', she thought conversationally, 'now that I'm in your mind, wnat to see some naked mental pictures of Jace?' Simon jumped. "I heard that! And, no.

He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.