He’s very pretty. For a human.” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.

Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?" "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.

I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace)

She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.

Shutting your eyes and pretending something's not happening doesn't make it not true, Jace.

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.