If people ever look down upon you for crying for fictional characters, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they've never cried for a fictional character, then they've never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they've never cried at a book, a movie, a piece of music, then they've missed one of the great pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction does not contain things that are real doesn't mean it doesn't contain truth, and we find it through the alchemy of our tears.

It had been a whim, and there was nothing Magnus attached more importance to than a whim.

I thought it'd be something cooler, like a van with 'Death to Demons' painted on the outside.

Look, it's easy to outsmart a werewolf or a vampire," Jace said. "They're no smarter than anyone else. But faeries live for hundreds of years and they're as cunning as snakes. They can't lie, but they love to engage in creative truth-telling. They'll find out whatever it is you want most in the world and give it to you—with a sting in the tail of the gift that will make you regret you ever wanted it in the first place." He sighed. "They're not really about helping people. More about harm disguised as help.

You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?

No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend." "We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested

He was a vampire now. He was supposed to have eternity. But what he had was days.