Hang Mortmain," said Will. "And I mean that literally, of course, but also figuratively.

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside.

Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale.Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.

He was all silver and ashes, not like Will's strong colors of blue and black and gold.

La vida es un libro, y hay miles de páginas que no hemos leído todavía.

Those of us who do not live forever do not like change perhaps as much as those of you who do.

And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...

I am not a certified idiot—" "Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered.

There are so many worse things than death," he said. "Not to be loved or not able to love; that is worse.

As dull as Nate Gray is," Will said, "his head is not actually filled with gears, Henry. He's a human.

Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?

If I might ask--," she began.Will sighed. "You know you'll ask whether I say it's all right or not.