I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd all over everything.

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?

Cazadores de Sombras: se les ve mejor el negro que a las viudas de sus enemigos dede 1234.

There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.

But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.

I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe it doesn't apply to me.

I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

Jace was kissing her like he thought he might go to hell for doing it, but it would be worth it.

Of course I can see you. I'm not blind, you know.Oh, but you are. You just don't know it.

I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.

It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.

I love you Clary. More then I ever-- God. More than i probably should. You know that, don't you?

I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?""A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus.