His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass. He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you. Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn’t know why. He’s your brother. He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you.

I always thought that eventually there would be a moment where I realized that I had practiced enough and now I was ready to be a professional writer. Then I befriended a number of successful professional writers and realized that none of them ever felt ready. After that I decided I might as well stop waiting to feel ready and just get started.

Did Brother Zachariah just steal our cat?

Looking for an entirely reliable informant is like looking for a chaste mistress.

aren't you, uh... reproducing? "sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.

You bled on the Speaking stars ...I bet there's a law somewhere about that.

Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.