Ducks, embrace me as your king!"--James Herondale.

Love could be a last hope and a star to steer by.

To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.

Hello, companion, " said Magnus.The monkey made a terrible sound, half snarl and half hiss."I begin to rather doubt the beauty of our friendship, " said Magnus.

Certainly there were places of greater natural beauty—but Paris but UNNATURAL beauty, which was arguably better.' - The Runaway Queen (The Bane Chronicles, 2) by Cassandra Clare and Maureen Johnson

The mundanes put their faith in their paper money, and when that turns to ash, the world will turn upside down.

Trust. It is like placing a blade in someone's hand and setting the very point to your heart.

Sincerity and gravity, in Magnus's opinion, were highly overrated, as was being forced to relive unpleasant memories. He would much rather be amused and amusing.

He felt he could not be honest without disappointing everybody he loved.

Vampires took offense SO easily—and Parisian vampires were the worst of all.' - The Runaway Queen (The Bane Chronicles, 2) by Cassandra Clare and Maureen Johnson

Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God. Nor was it wise to tempt angels, even of the fallen sort.

When we connect with ourselves in love we can connect with others and the planet in love.

Don't spend money on gear. Spend it on plane tickets.

Turns out, theres not a lot of information about pickles on the Internet.

I have a lot of people in my life who are truly ridiculous characters, and they're very, very funny people, but they don't really try to be. They're not cracking jokes.

I want to block some common misunderstandings about "understanding": In many of these discussions one finds a lot of fancy footwork about the word "understanding."

I guess I was raised in a household with a lot of reverence for the physical sanctity of books. You didn't destroy books.

I'm not a downtrodden woman. I just won't be.

I #‎ forgive not because I became a saint, but because I'm tired of hating.

Mine is not a traditional music, but it comes from a tradition.

Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart; Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas.