The Mortal Instruments

If I feel the urge to burst into flames, I'll let you know. " Simon never had much patience with Jace. "Look, did you ask me to come all the way uptown just so you could stare at me like I was something in a petri dish? Next time I'll send you a photo. " "And I'll frame it and put it on my nightstand, " said Jace sarcastically.

Don't look pleased with yourself. When Will says 'enterprising, ' he means 'morally deficient. '" "No, I mean enterprising, " said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done.

Shadowhunters,” he said. “They get in your blood, under your skin. I’ve been with vampires, werewolves, faeries, warlocks like me—and humans, so many fragile humans. But I always told myself I wouldn’t give my heart to a Shadowhunter. I’ve so nearly loved them, been charmed by them—generations of them, sometimes: Edmund and Will and James and Lucie . . . the ones I saved and the ones I couldn’t.” His voice choked off for a second, and Luke, staring in amazement, realized that this was the most of Magnus Bane’s real, true emotions that he had ever seen. “And Clary, too, I loved, for I watched her grow up. But I’ve never been in love with a Shadowhunter, not until Alec. For they have the blood of angels in them, and the love of angels is a high and holy thing.

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there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side." - jace

There is no god, not a god who would create the things I saw

Jesus!” Luke exclaimed. “Actually, it’s just me,” said Simon. “Although I’ve been told the resemblance is startling.

Therefore you can never lose hope, because if you keep hope alive, it will keep you alive.

We don’t fly,” Clary felt impelled to point out. “No,” Jace agreed. “We don’t fly. We break and enter.

I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners.

What would you do if you saw something nobody else could see?

Clary, you’re an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don’t. It’s your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn’t make you crazy—just different. There’s nothing wrong with being different.

Different Marks do different things. Some are permanent but the majority vanish when they’ve been used.

It pulsed under the lights of the dance floor like a separate, disembodied heart.

Meanwhile,” Simon added, “I wanted to tell you that lately I’ve been cross-dressing. Also, I’m sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know.

Jesus,” said Clary. “I doubt he’d fit.” “Jace.” Clary was appalled. “What?” “I don’t know, it seems wrong to make jokes like that in a church.

There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don’t think it matters. Either way, we’re on our own.