As metal rang on metal, some inner part of Jem, some part that had been lost without his even knowing it was lost, felt the pleasure of fighting together with Will one last time.

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.

Writing is like going underwater - thank you for being there when I come back up.

Change makers don’t think change making is someone else’s job, but rather their calling to fulfill. They take responsibility and face challenges.

Sharing is just like spending, we give or spend for others while hoping them to be happy and better. At this way we can accept and find in our hearts the happiness that we want.

I remember, as a young man, wanting to experience a car going at those speeds and being visually nourished by something which I loved so much. And I wanted to race fast cars and have a good time.

Happiness is not a noun or a verb. It's a conjunction. Connective tissue.

I think once you sign on to be a mother, that's the only shift they offer.

Everything's very perfectly balanced; for all the horrible things in the world there's lots of good things.

And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man.

Friendship is like earthenware, once broken, it can be mended; love is like a mirror, once broken that ends it.

The first thing you have to understand is that I was not desperate to be a writer. I was never a closet writer filing away notes in a cupboard.