It's very advanced of you to have accepted my mortality so fatalistically.

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

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.

Do not regret too much the choices you have made in the past, Gabriel," she said, aware that she was using his Christian name, but not able to help it. "Only make the right ones in the future. We are ever capable of change and ever capable of being our better selves.

If there is a life after this one, he said, let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.

To my son, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.

It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind.