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

And of course Charlotte hasn't eaten a bit of dinner," Henry said, getting up. "I'll go see if Bridget can't make her up a plate of cold chicken. As for the rest of you-" He paused for a moment, as if he were about to give them an order-send them to bed, perhaps, or back to the library to do more research. The moment passed, and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. "Blast it, I can't remember what I was going to say," he announced, and vanished into the kitchen.

I do not understand how you humans can walk in shoes that are that tall.” “Its my motto,” said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. “Nothing less than seven inches.

We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.

If You don't give readers what they want, they'll be mad at you. If you give them what they do want, they'll be even more mad at you.

I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.

You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn't a confidence booster.