Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic.

Perfect heroines, like perfect heroes, aren't relatable, and if you can't put yourself in the protagonist's shoes, not only will they not inspire you, but the book will be pretty boring.

you know this means that what we did-what we almost did in Paris-" "Going to the Eiffel Tower?

Everything that happens to you matters to me.

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

Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.

The world is the same but you are different