Dear God, woman,"said Will. "Are there any questions you don't want to know the answer to?

She'd always had such contempt for mundanes, the way all Shadowhunters did--she'd believed that they were soft, stupid, sheeplike in their complacency. Now she wondered if all that hatred didn't just stem from the fact that she was jealous. It must be nice not worrying that every time one of your family members walked out the door, they'd never come back.

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not obey them?

In Will's experience, when someone who ought to be afraid wasn't, the reason was rarely bravery. Usually it meant that they knew something you didn't.

The only way you would have failed," she said, "is if you had.