Tobias loved her more than he’d loved anything—his family, his duty, even himself. There, perhaps, the Herondale blood ran true.

That was the last cruel irony of Tobias’s life: that he doomed the woman he would have died to save.

For the first time, he looked at her, and she wasn’t a stranger, she was Clary—his friend. His family. The girl he’d sworn always to protect. The girl he loved as fiercely as he loved himself.

All of us lost something. Some of us lost everything.

Don’t worry, hero. If the vamp shows up, I’m here to protect you.”“Great, I can hide behind your massive ego.

Every student, Shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name Herondale. It was Jace’s last name. It was the name of heroes.

Every decision you make, makes you. Never let other people choose who you’re going to be.

Master Yourself and you master your environment! Such is the nature of wisdom.

I think people's perception of a rich girl is literal, but metaphorically I embrace it as being rich in love, spirit, joy and religion. So it's not about money.

Of the things which nourish the imagination, humour is one of the most needful, and it is dangerous to limit or destroy it.

You definitely have to do other things when you know your shot isn't falling. You can't just depend on knocking down the three-ball.

If you told me two years I would miss the greatest basketball game ever to hang out with Nathan Lane, I'd say, 'You're crazy!'

You have the clean canvas of a whole week before you. Paint well.

Jazz music is an intensified feeling of nonchalance.

...a good friend stands in harm's way for you the second you ask--but a great friend does it without being asked at all.

The first pitch to Tucker Ashford is grounded into left field. No, wait a minute. It's ball one. Low and outside.

Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven That from the East glad message brings. Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapped to the eyes in his black wings.