Raphael snapped, "This isn't funny." "That's why no one's laughing." -Raphael & Jace, pg.272-

Family isn't blood. It's the people who love you. The people who have your back.

If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie--not really dead but not really alive, either.

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

You and your name dropping he said, I knew Michael, I knew Sammael. The angel Gabriel did my hair. Its like I'm with the band with biblical figures.

Stop. I don't do you favors, Alec. I do things for you because - well, why do you think I do them?" Something rose up in Alec's throat, cutting off his response. It was always like this when he was with Magnus. It was as if there were a bubble of pain or regret that lived inside his heart, and when he wanted to say something, anything, that seemed meaningful or true, it rose up and choked off his words. "I need to get back to the ship," he said, finally.

It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.