So, what are you?" "What I am is someone who doesn't want you to jump out of the window. The rest are details.

If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which.

Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?

The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long.

Inanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.

He found himself looking into many faces for potentional love, and seeing many people as shining vessels of possibility. Perhaps this time there would be that indefinable something that sent hungry hearts roving, longing and searching for something, they knew not what, and yet could not give up the quest.

Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. “You do—you still love me, don’t you?” “I love Jace Lightwood,” she said. “I don’t know who you are.