For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes?

But you love her.” Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.

To draw something is to try to capture it forever.

How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.

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

Whatever you are physically,' he said, 'Male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy -- all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are the flame.

Clary found herself wondering if the forsaken were edible.