If I had not been a Shadowhunter, I would have had a future on the stage. I have no doubt I would have been greeted with acclaim.

Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.

I should have guessed you were Jace's sister," he said. "You both have the same artistic talent." Clary paused, her foot on the lowest stair. She was taken aback. "Jace can draw?" Nah." When Alec smiled, his eyes lit like blue lamps and Clary could see what Magnus had found so captivating about him. "I was just kidding. He can't draw a straight line.

The Nephilim - the bogeyman for monsters, and all those who could be monsters.

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything.

Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his wrist. He glanced down and saw Jem’s hand braceleting his own. For a moment he was too shocked to do anything but stare. “I am not dead yet, Will,” Jem said in a soft voice, thin but as strong as wire. “What did Magnus mean by asking you if I knew you were in love with Tessa?