What is one person's pleasure is another's poison.

We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.

Have you told Eric and the rest of them that—” “That I’m a vampire? No. It isn’t the sort of thing you just drop into casual conversation.” “Maybe not, but they’re your friends. They should know. And besides, they’ll just think it makes you more of a rock god, like that vampire Lester.” “Lestat,” Simon said. “That would be the vampire Lestat. And he’s fictional.

You're sitting on my bed," he said. "Did yo think I was under it?

If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to.

By the time Alec came back into the training room, Jace was lying on the floor, envisioning lines of dancing girls in an effort to ignore the pain in his wrists. It wasn’t working. ~pg. 317~

I tell myself he's better than he makes himself out to be, but, Tessa, what if he isn't?