There is more to living than not dying," he said. "Look at the way you live Will. You burn as bright as a star.

I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.

He made a sound of frustation, caught at her hand, brought it to his chest, and pressed it flat over his heart. The steady beat hammered against her palm. "Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.

I know what I'm asking. For you to find a needle in - God, not even a haystack. A needle in a tower of other needles." "Plunge your hand in a tower of needles," said Magnus, "and you are likely to cut yourself badly. Are you sure this is what you want?

My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.

You could have anything else in the world. and you asked for me.

I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' - Magnus Bane