"I just don't see why the past has to matter."

"But you hate poetry!Yes, but you make me want to write it."

"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."

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

"We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone."

"And Nephilim—we tend to love very overwhelmingly. To fall in love only once, to die of grief over love—my old tutor used to say that the hearts of the Nephilim were like hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed."

"Who cares if you have a girlfriend, anyway?""I care" Simon said gloomily. "Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor. And he smells like windex."

"Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it wont be enough."

"Breaking away from Gideon with some reluctance, Sophie rose to her feet and dusted off her dress. "Please forgive me, my dear Mr. Lightwood- I mean Gideon- but I must go and murder the cook. I shall be directly back."