to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

"How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me."

"Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it."

"Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories.""You hate the Silent Brothers,"protested Isabelle."I don't hate them,"said Jace candidly."I'm afraid of them. It's not the same thing.""I thought you said they were libarians,"said Clary."They are librarians."Simon whistled. "Those must be some killer late fees."

"It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'."

"That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion."