You Know This Means That

I Tell So Many Lies, Sweetheart," He Said. "which One Specifically?

Oh God.” Said Magnus, “they’re Dead. They’re All Dead!

Don't Bother Her, Don't Try To Talk To Her, Don't Even Look At Her, Or I'll Fold You In Half So Many Times You'll Look Like A Tiny Little Origami Werewolf.

Will Looked Horrified. "what Kind Of Monster Could Possibly Hate Chocolate?

And When I Saw Him[my Father] Lying Dead In A Pool Of His Own Blood, I Knew Then That I Hadn't Stopped Believing In God. I'd Just Stopped Believing God Cared. There Might Be A God, Clary, And There Might Be Not. Either Way, We're On Our Own.