Will pushed his hands through his damp hair. “Oh, yes,” he said bitterly. “Perhaps in some other life, beyond this one, when we have passed beyond the river, or turned upon the Wheel, or whatever kind words you want to use to describe leaving this world, I shall find my friend again, my parabatai. But I have lost you now—now, when I need you more than I ever did!

That’s why girls have boyfriends. So you have someone to take you to boring functions.

It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. “Ladies, ladies ” he said. Though it was the millionth time she’d heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. “If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don’t fight among yourselves. There’s always enough Simon to go around.” There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep.

And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.

endless hope, endless disappointment.

It is not easy to be different, and even less so to be unique.

If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes.