I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.

You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one person, James.” “We are two people,” said Jem. “Two people with a covenant between us.” Will knew he sounded like a child, but he could not help it. “A covenant that says you must not go where I cannot come with you.” “Until death,” Jem replied gently. “Those are the words of the oath. ‘Until aught but death part thee and me.’ Someday, Will, I will go where none can follow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later.

To marry a girl just to make her a widow,” said Gabriel Lightwood. “Many would say that was not a kindness.

Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.

I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing

nothing ventured, nothing gained.

And what colour do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?' 'Mauve,' said Will.