Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

You don't get it, Clary. You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-

I was looking for Simon." Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning." She shrugged. "He's a vampire." "But I'm not.

Unfortunatley, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains my self.

Magnus had learned to be careful about giving his memories with his heart. When people died, it felt like all the pieces of yourself you had given to them went as well. It took so long, building yourself back up until you were whole again, and you were never entirely the same.

I am a demon hunter. Clearly, I am not afraid of the dark.

"He picks up his dates in a van? No wonder he‘s such a hit with the ladies." - Jace about Simon