We have a name," said Jace. "Magnes B-" "Shut up." Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured. "Jesus," he rubbed his arm. "What's your problem?

Parabatai" said Jace. "It means a pair of warriors who fight together - who are closer than brothers. Alec is more than justmy best friend.

Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me.

I love you. And I don't want to lose you.

Wherever we are, we are as one

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

We're not dating," Alec said again. "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?

Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fold you in half so many times you'll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.

The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me and will fight with me.

Hecate smelt the odour of death as clearly as she might smell the wonderful, scented fragrance of blooming flowers in springtime or the delicious smell of dinner wafting down the hallway.

Fill your life with light!

Masters of flight don't learn to fly because of all that helped them, they learnt to fly, despite all that tried to stop them.

I’m thinking of the protector who wants to be protected and a fighter who loves the right battle but will lay down her arms to go on a quest.

Why do I write?To be somewhere elseTo get free of ourselvesTo stopTo stop being anything or anywhere at allTo disappear

The softest, freest, most pliable and changeful living substance is the brain-the hardest and most iron-bound as well.

Life is not easy for any for us.

Knowing when it is over is the beginning of a new life and the end of an old one.

Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths. Art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever-changing.

When I began playing the game, baseball was about as gentlemanly as a kick in the crotch.