He had lost Will Herondale. And he did not know if he could ever get him back.

But I think it has to do with what you believe about yourself. If you believe you're damned, then you are. But if you don't...

I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.

It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.

Henry patted Charlotte’s shoulder anxiously. “Would you like a cool cloth? What can I do to help?” “You could ride up to Yorkshire and chop that old goat’s head off.” Charlotte sounded mutinous. “Won’t that make things rather awkward with the Clave?” asked Henry. “They’re not generally very receptive about, you know, beheadings and things.

Sometimes when you cannot decide what to do, you pretend to be a character in a book, because it is easier to decide what they would do"-Cassandra Clare

I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I do hate you and then I see you and I.