Truth is brighter than Light Falsehood darker than night Revenge is keener than Axe and Love is softer than melting wax

I am not a certified idiot—" "Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered.

And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.

Clary found herself wondering if the forsaken were edible.

Because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, because no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you.

Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.

Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. The difference in your case is that it's true.