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Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.

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 again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

Do reasons matter when there’s nothing that can be done to change things.

While the Clave disapproves of trespassers, oddly they take an even darker view of beheading and skinning people. They’re peculiar that way.

With God on your side, what does luck matter?

Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!’ He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.

Concerned about my safety, are you? -William Herondale.

I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything. – William Herondale

They’re not hideous, said Tessa. Will blinked at her. What? Gideon and Gabriel, said Tessa. They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all. I spoke, said Will, in sepulchral tones, of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls. Tessa snorted. And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale? Mauve, said Will.

You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

But you love her. Will stared at him. Of course I do, he said finally. I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.

She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing it for the first time – the hard T, the caress of the double S, the way it seemed to end on a breath.

Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.- William Herondale

Sometimes, when I have to do something I don’t want to do, I pretend I’m a character from a book. It’s easier to know what they would do.

Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.

You would make a very ugly womanI would not. I would be stunning

Do you often sleep tied to the bed?

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

One must always be careful of books.

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention — but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy.

They say you cannot love two people equally at once, she said. And perhaps for others that is so. But you and Will—you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.

And what colour do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?’ ‘Mauve,’ said Will.