I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.

He'd learned his lesson a long time ago: Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing.

Some burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters" "Everything that happens to you matters to me." "Well that certainly explains why you haven't called me back once. And the last time I saw you, you ran away without telling me why. It's like dating a ghost." Jace's mouth quirked up slightly at the side. "Not exactly. Isabelle actually dated a ghost. She could tell you--" "No," Clary said. "It was a metaphor. And you know exactly what I mean.

You're the first Shadowhunter I've ever met." “That’s too bad,” said Jace, “since all the others you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown.

My ideas often come from strong mental images. When I'm observing some relatively ordinary thing, I'll think, "What if...." and out of that brainstorming a story emerges.

If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.