Every book is different with it's own personality just like children.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

Clary didn't ask what that was. She was busy trying not to fall over. The ground was heaving up and down under her feet. "Jace," she said, and crumpled into him. He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it every day. Maybe he did.

When to people tell the same lie..." "They are working together," Will finished

Oh God.” said Magnus, “they’re dead. They’re all dead!

What were you dreaming about?" "You." He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger. "I always dream about you." "Oh, yeah? Because I thought you were having a nightmare." He tipped his head back to look at her. "Sometimes I dream you're gone," he said. "I keep wondering when you'll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.

Yes," said Will, "you two don't seem to have much in common, save for a penchant for demon women and evil.