Love Is A Contradiction.

Love Isn't A Weakness.

Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort Of Cruelty To It.

By The Angel," Jace Said, Looking The Demon Up And Down. "i Knew Greater Demons Were Meant To Be Ugly, But No One Ever Warned Me About The Smell." Abbadon Opened Its Mouth And Hissed. Inside Its Mouth Were Two Rows Of Jagged Glass-sharp Teeth. "i'm Not Sure About This Wind And Howling Darkness Business," Jace Went On, "smells More Like Landfill To Me. You Sure You're Not From Staten Island?

I Love You; I Love You And I Don’t Care That You’re My Sister; Don’t Be With Him, Don’t Want Him, Don’t Go With Him. Be With Me. Want Me. Stay With Me. I Don’t Know How To Be Without You.

She'd Always Had Such Contempt For Mundanes, The Way All Shadowhunters Did--she'd Believed That They Were Soft, Stupid, Sheeplike In Their Complacency. Now She Wondered If All That Hatred Didn't Just Stem From The Fact That She Was Jealous. It Must Be Nice Not Worrying That Every Time One Of Your Family Members Walked Out The Door, They'd Never Come Back.