Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace.

What are you? The voice came from nowhere. It was in the room. It was outside. It was in Magnus's head. "A warlock," Magnus answered. "And what are you?" We are many. "Please do not say you are a legion. Someone's taken that." Do you make mirth from mundane scriptures, warlock? "Just breaking the ice

You're not going," he said as soon as she'd finished. "If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going to Idris." - Jace

It was like the calm just as one engaged in battle, Will thought, when thought fled and inevitability took over.

What don't kill me... Had better start running!

Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal.