Sometimes minor characters are based on people I know, on friends of mine. But I'm not writing a thinly veiled version of my own life.

I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored

But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?

She turned back to Jace. "Do you have to be so-," she began, but stopped when she saw his face. It looked stripped down, oddly vulnerable. "Unpleasant?" he finishes for her. "Only at days when my adoptive mother tosses me out of the house with instructions never to darken her door again. Usually I'm remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn't end in y.

He had to think he was Michael Wayland’s son, or the Lightwoods would not have protected him as they did. It was Michael they owed a debt to, not me. It was on Michael’s account that they loved him, not mine.” “Maybe they loved him on his own account,” said Clary.

I thought it'd be something cooler, like a van with 'Death to Demons' painted on the outside.

I do not walk like a duck.