Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ..." Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis." "Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.

Weakness and corruption isn't in the world," Clary snapped. "It's in people. And it always will be. The world just needs good people to balance it out. And you're planning to kill them all.

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

They belonged to each other totally, and always would, and that was that. But maybe everyone felt that way? Until the moment they realized they were just like everyone else, and everything they'd thought was real shattered apart.

The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish that he was my brother and you weren't." - Clary

It really was getting difficult to be wonderful.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.