What’s that poem again?” Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around his fingers, stood up straight and declaimed: “Each spake words of high disdain, And insult to his heart’s best brother—” “Oh, by the Angel, Will, do be quiet,” said Charlotte, standing up. “I must go and write a letter to Aloysius Starkweather that drips remorse and pleading. I don’t need you distracting me.” And, gathering up her skirts, she hurried from the room. “No appreciation for the arts,” Will murmured, setting his teacup down.

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

Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!

If you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.

Poor you, you have two cute girls vying for your love. Your life is hard.

Magic is dangerous- but love is more dangerous still

James had given his heart to this girl, Magnus thought, and Magnus knew well enough from Edmund and Will what it meant when a Herondale gave his heart away. It was not a gift that could be returned.