"Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? Because I do,"
"There is no pretending,"Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then."
"In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did."
"Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?""No"Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons."
"As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved?But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine."
"She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war."