If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood.

And when I saw him[my father] lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might be not. Either way, we're on our own.

Don't order any of the faerie food," said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not," he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me.

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

You know Jace Lightwood?" said Emma.
"I-- What?"
"He's famous," Emma said with obvious amazement. He's the best Shadowhunter. The best.

As long as I can dream, I will dream of you.