Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?

I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.

Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn't something you can just ignore.

From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace

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.

Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.

People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.

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

And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?

When asked by an anthropologist what the Indians called America before the white man came an Indian said simply 'Ours.'

Through theater and acting school, I found a way to articulate myself.

What's so wonderful about ballet is that it's mind-driven physicality. It's almost a Greek ideal of body, mind, and form.

Hope in gates, hope in spoons, hope in doors, hope in tables, no hope in daintiness and determination. Hope in dates.

Flowers are made to bloom in the sun and not to be shut up in an apron.

I was a runaway girl from France who married an American and moved to New York City. Im not sure I would have continued as an artist had I remained in Paris because of the family setup.

Plagiarists are always suspicious of being stolen from.

I'm very musically inclined. My parents were opera singers. As a young child, I could hear operas and I knew if they were sad, or if they reminded me of something, or they brought back a memory.

As a student in England, I studied French and English literature. I read L'Etranger and the rhythm of the novel felt familiar to me - very African.

Who is it can read a woman?