Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn't die a horrible death?" Simon wondered out loud. " It's like being the drummer in Spinal Tap.
Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.
I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.
So, technically," Simon said, "even though Jace isn't actually related to you, you have kissed your brother.
It was strange to become a vampire ,to be presented with what could only be described as an eternal life, and then to die anyway when you're sixteen.
His knowledge is not like ours, which has three tenses: present, past, and future. God's knowledge has no change or variation.
Fate drives cruel bargains. We must always release one thing before we can grasp something else.
The high is what you crave, what you would kill for... and believe me, you will lie to yourself until it's to late to stop.
He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.
in dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable chimeras seem commonplace.
I walk the city, through its crush of people and its smells: body odour, rotting food, vomit and urine. A cocktail of oppression and freedom.
Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.
Sebastian never does anything just for fun.” Jace took Clary’s hand and pulled her toward him. “But I do.
(Jace) "Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower of Pisa?" Only if it falls on Sebastian's head, she thought.
She had always wanted a brother. And she had one now. Sebastian. It was like always wanting a puppy and being a hellhound instead.
I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.
There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.
And we convict almost every case, she thinks, because the law requires us to prosecute them for living their way of life.
Not that the man needed clothes. God meant for that piece of perfection to have nothing masking the luscious, tanned flesh stretched taut over beautiful muscles.
I don't have the time or the energy to hate,' says Shara. 'I only wish to understand. People are what they are.
