[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.

You can never love me.

You understand my music.

Since I've met you, everything I've done has been in part because of you. I can't untie myself from you, Clary- not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don't want to." ~Jace Wayland

At the moment, he is in shock," said Magnus. "He has believed one thing for five years, and now he has realized that all this time he has been looking at the world through a faulty mechanism - that all the things he sacrificed in the name of what he thought was good and noble have been a waste, and that he has only hurt what he he loved." "Good God," said Woolsey. "Are you quite sure you've helped him?

There have always been readers throughout history who have been drawn to villains.