But Magnus, he thought. You never told me. Never warned me it would be like this, that I would wake up one day and realize that I was going somewhere you couldn't follow. That we are essentially not the same. There's no "till death do us apart" for those who never die.

It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.

Nearly unable to bear the thought of how much he needed her quiet strength, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cold glass.

He had to think he was Michael Wayland’s son, or the Lightwoods would not have protected him as they did. It was Michael they owed a debt to, not me. It was on Michael’s account that they loved him, not mine.” “Maybe they loved him on his own account,” said Clary.

My boyfriend always says that if it weren't for him I'd probably get rid of my apartment and live nowhere, and he's right.

You can keep it a secret.... But secrets have their own weight, and it can be a very heavy one.

I think the main thing to remember when writing a novel is to stay true to the characters.