Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1)

by Cassandra Clare

If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

“I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.”

“Then, why spend time with him at all?” asked Will, who had moved to a tall secretary between two of the windows and was examining its contents. “Why come to his house?”

Is there a particular reason you keep biting vampires?” Will touched the dried blood on his wrists, and smiled. “They don’t expect it.” “Of course they don’t. They know what happens when one of us consumes vampire blood. They probably expect you to have more sense.” “That expectation never seems to serve them very well, does it?”

“Whatever you are physically,” he said, “male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy—all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.”