Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

"The first morning Simon had been at Amatis's house, a grinning lycanthrope had showed up on the doorstep with a live cat for him. "Blood," he'd said, in a heavily accented voice. "For you. Fresh!"Simon had thanked the werewolf, waited from him to leave, and let the cat go, his expression faintly"

"The Law is hard, but it is the Law."

"Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously."Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are."

"Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait."I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life."

"Ugh," he said after a few swallows. "Dead blood." Jace's eyebrows went up. " Isn't all blood dead" "The longer the animal whose blood I'm drinking has been dead, the worse the blood tastes," Simon explained. "Fresh is better." "But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you" Simon raised his own eyebrows in response. "Well, aside from mine, of course," Jace said. "And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic."

"He'll come back," Simon said again. "For you."

"Of course, everyone's going to freak out when you show up at school."Freak out? Why"Because you're so much hotter now than when you left." She shrugged. "It's true. Must be a vampire thing."Simon looked baffled. "I'm hotter now"Sure you are. I mean, look at those two. They're both totally into you." She pointed to a few feet in front of them, where Isabelle and Maia had moved to walk side by side, their head bent tog"

"There's no pretending, I love you and I will love you until the day i die and if there's a life after that I will love you then."

"In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did."

"You know what I am." The words breathed out in an auguished whisper. "I'm part demon, Clary. Part demon. You understood that much, didn't you" His eyes bored into her like drills. "You saw what Valentine was trying to do. He used demon blood-used it on me before I was even born. I'm part monster. Part everthing I've tried so hard to burn out, to destroy."

"You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be one, you'll never be a Shadowhunter! You don't know how to think like we do, think about what's best for everyone-- all you think about is yourself! But there's a war now, or there will be, and I don't have time or the inclination to follow around after you, trying to make sure you don't get us killed! Go home, Clary. Go home!"

"Why can't I go to Idris with you, then?Because it's not safe for you there O and it's safe for me here? I've been nearly killed almost a dozen times in the past month. That's because Valentine has been concentrating on the two Mortal Instruments that were here. He's going to shift his focus to Idris now. We all know it--We're hardly as certain of anything as all that. And the Clave wants to meet Clarissa. You know that, Jace. The Clave can screw itself."

"Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn't die a horrible death" Simon wondered out loud. " It's like being the drummer in Spinal Tap."

"I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace)"

"Do people ever climb the demon towers? Like, for any reason" Aline looked up. "Climb the demon towers" She laughed. "No, no one ever does that. It's totally illegal, for one thing, and besides, why would you want to" Aline, Isabelle thought, did not have much imagination. She herself could think of lots of reasons why someone might want to climb the demon towers, if only to spit gum down on passerbys below."

"Why not risk your life, if you don't want to live anyway? Why not risk your life if you'll never be happy no matter what you do?"

"Funerals are for the living, Jace, not for the dead."

"She had worn the Morgenstern ring since Jace had left it for her, and sometimes she wondered why. Did she really want to be reminded of Valentine? And yet, at the same time, was it ever right to forget?You couldn't erase everything that caused you pain with its recollection. She didn't want to forget Max or Madeleine, or Hodge, or the Inquisitor, or even Sebastian. Every moment was valuable; even the bad ones."

"...; Clary saw the group of lycanthropes look up, alert as a group of hunting dogs senting game. She turned- And saw Luke, tired and bloodstained, coming through the double doors of the Hall. She ran toward him. Forgetting how upset she'd been when he'd left, and forgetting how angry he'd been with her for bringing them here, forgetting everything but how glad she was to see him. He looked surprised for a moment as she barreled toward him- then he smiled, and put his arms out, and picked her up as he hugged her, the way he'd done when she'd been very small. He smelled like blood and flannel and smoke, and for a moment she closed her eyes, thinking of the way Alec had grabbed onto Jace the moment he'd seen him in the Hall, because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, becaused no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you. And what she had said to Valentine was true. Luke was her family."

"You don't get it, Clary. You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-"