If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to.

We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

I do not walk like a duck.

If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you'd have forever.

To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.

They also said she was unconscious and that Valentine wasn’t happy about it. He seems to be waiting for her to wake up.” “I’d stay unconscious if I were her,” Isabelle muttered.

It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.