Part of Clary wanted to lean sideways and put her head on her mother’s shoulder. She could even close her eyes, pretend everything was all right. The other part of her knew that it wouldn’t make a difference; she couldn’t keep her eyes closed forever.

Now that you know the truth, you can never go back.

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

Magnus called me and asked me to come and see you. He tried to reach you, but he couldn’t. He wants you to put him in touch with the Praetor Lupus.” “Put him in touch with…” Jordan shook his head. “You can’t just call the Praetor. It’s not like 1-800-WEREWOLF.

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

Have you tried talking to her?" "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?

Will you do me the honor of being my wife?