I’ve realized—I don’t need to change. And neither do you, Helen, or you, Aline. It’s the world that needs to change, and we’re going to be the ones to change it.

Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.

Don't you think 'Mark is kind of a weird name for a Shadowhunter?" Julian was saying as Emma approached. "I mean, if you really think about it. It's confusing. 'Put a Mark on me, Mark.

There's something about a place you've been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone... they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.

We change the Clave,” said Alec. “From inside. We make new Laws. Better ones.

Do you want to wear a beret after all?” Magnus asked. “Say the word. I happen to have several berets concealed on my person. In a variety of colors. I’m a beret cornucopia.

You seem lost in thought,” Magnus remarked. “Are you considering how glamorous and romantic your boyfriend is?” “I’m considering,” said Alec, “how to protect you if we crash the balloon into a chimney.

Alec furrowed his brow. “So you’re scrapbooking?” Magnus made a face. “To the lay observer, what I’m doing might look similar, yes.

Can’t complain,” said Magnus, adjusting his cuffs. “If I did, I would only be doing so for attention from a handsome gentleman.