The boy was standing alone as though the broken glass all around him were a shining sea and he were an island.

The blood of Heaven binds you," said the Queen. "Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same." "Riddles," Clary said angrily. "Do you even mean anything when you talk like that?" "He is bound to you," said the Queen. "But does he love you?

I love you. And I don't want to lose you.

I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but... I promise you, the right man won't care.

He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.

You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.

Do you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?