It's not gray, " Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green.""If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood, " said Jace.

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

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.

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

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?

Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.

No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.

Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile.

There were some memories, though, that never faded.

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.

Though I am weak yet God when prayed Cannot withhold his conquering aid.

See how time makes all grief decay.

For years, I had used these fractured men to justify my cynicism and workaholism, and the grief, insomnia and casual anorexia were no longer of any interest to me.

Instead of complaining that God had hidden himself, you will give Him thanks for having revealed so much of Himself.

Tech is a funny industry I don't think there is any other industry on the planet that reinvents itself every 10-12 years.

In love there is but little rest.

I would love to have been born in the 60s.

In quarreling, the truth is always lost.

You know, I don't really do that much looking inside me when I'm working on a project. Whatever I am becomes what that film is. But I change; you change.

And it is a quiet terrible thing, too, to discover the value of love this way [after loss] - when the object of love is no longer there, when love dies or goes away or changes. When it is too late.