Life could not be entirely devoted to debauchery and monkeys. Magnus had to finance all the drinking somehow.

And you won’t leave me?” “No.” Alec said. “No, we won’t ever leave you. You know that.” “Never.” Isabelle took his hand, the one Alec wasn’t holding, and pressed it fiercely. “Lightwoods, all together.” She whispered. Jace's hand was suddenly damp where she was holding it, and he realized she was crying, her tears splashing down crying for him, because she loved him; even after everything that had happened, she still loved him. They both did. He fell asleep like that, with Isabelle on one side of him and Alec on the other, as the sun came up with the dawn.

Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

I hate it when you answer a question with a question." "No you dont, you think its charming.

Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.

Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait." "I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life.