No, said Jem, because he was always James Carstairs when he spoke of what was dearest to him. Not mine. My parabatai’s. W and H. William Herondale. Will

Maybe warlocks only liked other warlocks. Though Magnus did seem to like Alec quite a lot.

Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy – all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.

Show them what a shadowhunter is made of; show them you aren't afraid

We might live here someday," he said. "Together". She smiled, knowing he couldn't see her, but unable to help it. "Think you can win me over with a fancy house?" she said. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Jace. Jace Herondale," she added, and wrapped her arms around him in the cold.

The Law is hard,” said Charlotte, “but it is the Law.

Jace's arm looked like a map: runes spread down onto his collarbone and chest, the backs of his hands.The road map of their bravery and hopes, their dreams and desires, marked clearly on their bodies. Shadowhunters weren't always the most forthcoming of people, but their skins were honest.

Because Shadowhunters must also guard mundanes from knowing about our world, you must also sometimes take control of the writing of that history. By this I mean you have to cover things up. You need to provide a plausible explanation for what’s happened—one that does not involve demons.”“Like Men in Black,” Simon whispered to George.

I am not anybody's, Will. My heart is my own.