My name is Sabastian. I had a father, but he is dead. I had a mother, but she is dead to me. I have a brother, and I will Bind him to me. I have a sister, and I will teach her to love me. My name is Sabastain, and I am going to burn down the world

The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.

She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.

You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.

Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable, Brother Zachariah to Clary Fray