He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

There was a click and then nothing CALL DISCONECTED flashed on the digital display. "NO! NO!" Clary hit the redial button, her fingers trembling. Simon picked up immediatly. "Sorry. Yossarian scratched me and I dropped the phone.

Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.

Jace whistled. "Raphael is really having an exceptionally bad night." -Jace, pg.283-

I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe it doesn't apply to me.

Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.