It was a very bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea he had ever heard. It was irresistible.

I don't care who her mother is," Magnus said. "You can't see me with out an appointment. Come back later. Next March would be good," "March?" Sebastian looked horrified. "You're right," Magnus said, "Too rainy. How about June?

Clary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.

Tact is just lying for adults.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

One finds nobility in the oddest places.

Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish he was my brother and you weren't, but I can't do anything about that and neither can you!