She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. " I'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want a girl to 'ate you, there's easy enough ways of making it 'appen. You don't need my help with the poor thing." And with that, she vanished, spinning away into the mists among the graves. Will, looking after her, sighed. "Not for her," he said, under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, "for me..." and he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.

That though he is weak, he can still burn.

Change is no loss, Will. Not always.

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

Jace likes to pretend that everyone isn’t talking about him, even when he knows they are.

He loved her enough to know she was better off without him

Everyone has something they can't live without.