Whenever I see interesting names, I jot them down. I've found them in lots of different places: on the news, in the phone book, even on hotel registry lists.

She had made the choice for him - in a moment of flight and panic, but she had made it - not realizing that her Jace would rather die than be like this, and that she'd been not so much saving his life as damning him to an existence he would despise.

Consider it a race to see who kills you first, Daylighter-Valentine, the other Downworlders, or the Clave.

I love you Clary. More then I ever-- God. More than i probably should. You know that, don't you?

He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well.

If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie--not really dead but not really alive, either.

It was strange how your world could shift on its axis and everything you trusted could invert itself in what seemed like no time at all.