There is no god, not a god who would create the things I saw

Isabelle: Do you want some soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do you think Hodge will want some soup? Jace: No one wants soup Simon: I want some soup! Jace: No, you don't. You just want to sleep with Isabelle

For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.

Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)

And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness.

I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.

A patient, methodical sort of madman. The worst kind.