He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. “You want to tell me what this is?” he demanded. “It’s a door, Jace,” said Clary.

As long as everyone's wearing their own pants." "I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.

Wo men shi jie bai xiong di-we are more than brothers, Will.

I love you so much, so incredibly much," he went on, "and I forget when you're close to me, I forget who you are. I forget that you're Jem's. I'd have to be the worst sort of person to think what I'm thinking right now. But I am thinking it.

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

They were frightening enough, but Tessa could not help but feel that if Will were there, he would have commented that they looked like turnips, and perhaps made up a song about it.

Goodness, real goodness, has it's own sort of cruelty to it.