Book: City of ashes

Love does not allow a choice.

It doesn't matter who you own and who you give yourself.

- The patient is dead? Like...
- Of course, he is alive!
- Have you checked? Maybe kick it?

You were the arrow, aimed at the heart of the Conclave, Jace. You were the arrow of Valentine.

- How did it go with Jace? - gently asked Simon. - Now it turned out... - He stopped short.
- What transpired? - The girl's voice rang out from the strain. - That the jays maniac transvestite, attacking cats?
- No wonder he's such a badass cat!
Simon, don't bother! - snapped Clary. - Okay well, Jace spoke.

Actually, I didn't call you a criminal.
- No, just a very bad guy. I do all sorts of bad things - kick kittens, show nuns obscene gestures...

My fault, my greatest fault.
Mea culpa, Mea maxima culpa.

It seems to me that you are rather ready to die with longing for someone you cannot be, than to try to build a relationship with someone who is always there for you.

You can't just turn off love, as if to close the valve.

This world is not so bad, as long as it has coffee.