By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?

Break a leg up there, and I'll be down here hopefully breaking someone elses.

To love is to destroy, to destroy is to love. -Jace Herondale

I'll just be your brother from now on." he said, looking at her with a hopeful expectation that she would be pleased, which made her want to scream that he was smashing her heart into pieces and he had to stop. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" It took her a long time to answer, and when she did, her own voice sounded like an echo, coming from very far away. "Yes," she said, and she heard the rush of waves in her ears and her eyes stung as if from sand or salt spray. "That's what I wanted.

It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy, just different.

It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind.

I should have guessed you were Jace's sister," he said. "You both have the same artistic talent." Clary paused, her foot on the lowest stair. She was taken aback. "Jace can draw?" Nah." When Alec smiled, his eyes lit like blue lamps and Clary could see what Magnus had found so captivating about him. "I was just kidding. He can't draw a straight line.