And that someone would pay. Revenge is a cold bedfellow, Diana had said, but Emma didn't believe that. Revenge would let her think about her parents without a cold knot forming in her stomach. She would be able to dream without seeing their drowned faces and hearing their voices cry out for her help.

I have been in the land of Faerie for years and it is a place where mortal blood is turned to fire. It is a place of beauty and terror beyond what can be imagined here. I have ridden with the Wild Hunt. I have carved a clear path of freedom among the stars and outrun the wind. And no I am asked to walk upon the earth again.

You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?

Everyone should die with someone holding on to them

We cannot understand life, and therefore we cannot hope to understand death

Wither thou goest, I will go; thy people shall by my people; where thou diest, will I die, and there I be buried.

He wasn’t ready for death, but if it came today, he would face it with his head held high and Alexander Lightwood’s name on his lips.

Wherever Jordan's going - and I do believe we all go somewhere - think of it as the light that will bring him home.

Everyone gets the time they get together, and no more. Maybe we're not so different that way.