Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of - " He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know." "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you." "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.

She closed her eyes and jumped. For a moment she felt herself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and she plunged toward the floor. Instinctively she pulled her arms and legs in, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning. 'Nice', he said. 'As graceful as a falling snowflake.

It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand.

But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering

Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven.

I've never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You'd think they were diamonds.

I never cared,” he said. “I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.