City of Ashes (The Mortal Instruments, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“I said mostly extinct.” Alec jabbed a finger toward him. “Mostly extinct,” he said, his voice trembling with rage, “is NOT EXTINCT ENOUGH.” “I see,” said Jace. “I’ll just have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from ‘almost extinct’ to ‘not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct.’ Will that make you happy?”

“You might want to lie down,” Magnus advised. “I find that helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.”

“No, I’m just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns.” “Don’t joke. This is serious stuff.” Alec’s eyes were somber.

“If you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.”

But if you can’t tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.”