The most remarkable thing about him were his eyes. They were laughing eyes, at once both joyous and tender: they were the radiant pale blue of a sky slipping toward evening in Heaven, when angels who had been sweet all day found themselves tempted to sin.

Don't panic, but we've got an audience." Clary turned her head. Perched on a nearby tree branch was Hugo, watching them beadily from bright black eyes. So the sound she'd heard had been wings rather than demented passion. That was disappointing.

I would write light entertainment nonfiction pieces during the day, then come home and work on my fantasy fiction. It was very difficult to get out of the one mindset and into another one.

One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.

When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you. - James Carstairs

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.

But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?