Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.

(...)I don't know who I am. I look like Stephen Herondale, and I act like a Lightwood and I talk like my father- like Valentine. So I see myself in your eyes and i try to be that person and I think faith might be enough to make me who you wnat me to be." (Jace, to Clary)

It had been a whim, and there was nothing Magnus attached more importance to than a whim.

He would look so young. They were both so young. Tessa knew it was unusual to marry at seventeen and eighteen, but they were racing a clock. The clock of Jem's life, before it wound down.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.

Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.

But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship—and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that—so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours.