And when I saw him[my father] lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might be not. Either way, we're on our own.

Oh, do you have A Tale of Two Cities?" "That silly thing? Men going around getting their heads chopped off for love? Ridiculus." Will unpeeled himself from the door and made his way toward Tessa where she stood by the bookshelves. He gestured expansively at the vast number of volumes all around him. "No, here you'll find all sorts of advice about how to chop off someone else's head if you need to; much more useful.

You know men. We have delicate egos.

Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not obey them?

If You don't give readers what they want, they'll be mad at you. If you give them what they do want, they'll be even more mad at you.

It's very advanced of you to have accepted my mortality so fatalistically.

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