Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.

Max," Jace said. "Max, I’m so sorry.

We may not be all that bright, Jace said, but at least we are alive.

He was wearing a look that she found odd and compelling - that amusement that didn’t seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.

Wherever we are, we are as one

It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.

We are but dust and shadows.