I prefer the school of life.

Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad

You like the party?" "Is it in honor of anything?" "My cat's birthday." "Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?" "I dont know. He ran away." -Magnus & Clary, pg.221-

Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.

Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.

I wouldn't call that an instrument of music," Ragnor observed sourly. "An instrument of torture, perhaps.

What were you dreaming about?" "You." He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger. "I always dream about you." "Oh, yeah? Because I thought you were having a nightmare." He tipped his head back to look at her. "Sometimes I dream you're gone," he said. "I keep wondering when you'll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.