You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones
You are the central point about which his world spins.
You are just jealous, Magnus remarked calmly. Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself.Oh, I am positively green with envy, Ragnor snapped.Come now, Ragnor. That's not fair, said...
Wo wei ni xie de, he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the...
Why are you such an asshat?An asshat? Jace looked as if he were about to laugh.
Who cares if you have a girlfriend, anyway?I care, Simon said gloomily. Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor. And he smells like Windex.At le...
What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot? Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake.Cecily’s eyes narrowed. This morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearm...
Were you thinking about eating me?
Well, what? Sophie-I hit her on the head with a mirror, Sophie said hopelessly. One of those silver-backed ones, so it was quite heavy. She went down just like a stone, miss. So I...I tied her to the...
Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.
To lose an arm or a leg would be painful, but to lose the central truth of your life felt—fatal.
To draw something is to try to capture it FOREVER, if you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change
Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you.Of course they are, he said. I am stunningly attractive.
They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes
They confused beauty with innocence and harmlessness.
Theres no such thing as vampire mojo,said Jace,rather eeirly echoing Clarys earlier comment.And I was following Clary,but then she got into a cab,and I cant follow a cab.So I doubled back and followed...
The thing about the Mirror is that no one knows where it is. In fact, no one knows what it is.It’s a mirror, Simon said. You know – reflective, glass. I’m just assuming.
The only time people turned to watch her go by was when she hurtled past them as she fell.
The missing stairs baffled Clary. What did vampires have against stairs?-Clary, pg.266
The love a parent had for a child, there nothing else like it. No other love so consuming. No father-not even Valentine-would sacrifice his son for a hunk of metal, no matter how powerful. (The Inqui...