“the bad things can't matter more than the good things.”

“demons do like to take up residence in ruins, especially those where there are remnants of black magic,” said christopher. “and we all know what grandfather benedict was up to in that house. it’s why he turned into a worm.”

“ah,” said matthew, “fond family memories.”

“You won’t cut my son’s throat,” said the Unseelie King, gazing down at Julian with a look of disdain. “You’re a Shadowhunter. You have a code of honor.” “You’re thinking of Shadowhunters the way they used to be,” said Julian. “I came of age in the Dark War. I was baptized in blood and fire.” “You are soft,” said the King, “gentle as angels are gentle.” Julian settled the knife more firmly into the curve of Erec’s throat. The faerie prince smelled like fear and blood. “I killed my own father,” he said. “You think I won’t kill your son?”

Life was an uncertain thing, and there were some moments one wished to remember, to imprint upon one’s mind that the memory might be taken out later, like a flower pressed between the pages of a book, and admired and recollected anew.

“Quite right. Gustave Eiffel is a genius, and I feel certain he shall one day be appreciated. Sometimes you have to stand back and let people do what they are good at, even if it seems like madness at the time.”

“I want to create something that will make the world better, that will make things better for the Nephilim.”

She was like a goddess, Simon thought, and then silently corrected himself — she was like an avenging angel, her vengeance swift and deadly.

“sometimes, love worked, past any hope of change, when no other force in this world could. without love, the miracle never came.”

if you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. all those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.