One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.

You could know a man not by what his friends said about him, but by how he treated his servants.

By the time Alec came back into the training room, Jace was lying on the floor, envisioning lines of dancing girls in an effort to ignore the pain in his wrists. It wasn’t working. ~pg. 317~

My hair is naturally blonde... Just for the record. ~ Jace

She felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black abyss.

You have a power of incalculable value. You need ask nothing of anyone. You need depend on no one. You are free, and that freedom is a gift.

Simon stepped between them. “I’m not going to let you fight with each other.” “And what are you going to do about it if . . . Oh.” Jace's gaze trailed up to Simon’s forehead, and he grinned reluctantly. “ So basically you’re threatening to turn me into something you can sprinkle on popcorn if I don’t do what you say?