I thought you were dead." Magnus smiled crookedly. "What, from that scratch?" He glanced down at the reddening jacket in Alec's hand. "Okay, a deep scratch. Like, from a really, really big cat.

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

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

Church was doing what he often did when dropped - lying on his back with all four legs in the air, pretending to be dead in order to induce guilt in his owners.

Don’t take this the wrong way, but you smell like Magnus.

It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.

The only way that we can protect each other is if we are together. If we face things together. If we trust each other.

There’s more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words. They say faeries can’t lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor —

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”“Blood isn’t love, ” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

Not enough, " he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.

Ah, ” said Magnus. “Nerd love. It is a beautiful thing, while also being an object of mockery and hilarity for those of us who are more sophisticated.

Life is but thought.

Marriage has made me safer.

Flyaway, problem hair is the enemy of feminism, and was probably invented by the Man to crush Susan Sontag.

The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.

We are what and where we are because we have first imagined it.

There's nothing more creative I'll ever do in my career than trying to make an hour of TV everyday.

Racing takes everything you've got -- intellectually, emotionally, physically -- and then you have to find about ten percent more and use that too.

Remembering is the opposite of being here now; it's being there now.

You know, my role as Vice Chairman is a lot less tiring than playing matches every three days.

Publish not men's secret faults, for by disgracing them you make yourself of no repute.