Even the trip throught the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spikes. He tugged on one proudly. "Check it out", he said to Isabelle. "Magic?" "Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's.

Alec keeps sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not really.

I do not know two finer people and could not imagine better news. May your lives together be happy and long. Congratulations, brother.

Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.

His hands slipped from his throat, and he crashed to the ground like a tree falling. "Oh, dear," said Pangborn, gazing at the fallen body of his comrade with fastidious distaste. "How unpleasant.

(...)I don't know who I am. I look like Stephen Herondale, and I act like a Lightwood and I talk like my father- like Valentine. So I see myself in your eyes and i try to be that person and I think faith might be enough to make me who you wnat me to be." (Jace, to Clary)

No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.