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“This is what people who have never wanted to die don’t understand: the worst thing for those of us who do is feeling like we have to live when we don’t want to. That we have to be when we don’t want to, exist where we don’t want to. What we want is nothingness, numbness, because that has to be better than the life of quiet desperation we’re living. Mara’s hand is in my hair as I lean my head back against the cracked leather seat, eyes closed, mind ruminating. The others…they weren’t missing what I’m missing, is the thing. They didn’t exist because they had no other choice. They didn’t see the world through a lens in which every scene contains a door marked exit, a door I’m forever unable to open. They lived because they wanted to. Until the end, when something, or someone, made them stop wanting. And I need to find out what.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Becoming of Noah Shaw

“I know how you love endings, so I will write one for you.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Becoming of Noah Shaw

“Bless you, my Herondales," said Matthew grandly, scrambling up from the floor and making Lucie his bow. "I come upon an urgent errand. Tell me- be honest!- what do you think of my waistcoat?"
Lucie dimpled. "Devastating."
"What Lucie said," James agreed peacefully.
"Not fantastic?" Matthew asked. "Not positively stunning?"
"I suppose I am stunned," said James. "But am I positively stunned?”
― Cassandra Clare, Ghosts of the Shadow Market

“Jean held onto his control with everything he had left after such a nightmarish day, but he could feel his grip slipping. Endure, he warned himself, and on its tail-end came a desperate How much must I?”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court

“She’s a rock I want to break myself against,”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Becoming of Noah Shaw

“He looked at George's sad face and offered: "Want to talk about when Magnus and Alec go, and we steal their suite and make our own meals in our own little kitchen?"
George sighed. "Could we really, Simon, or is that too beautiful a dream? Every day would be a song. All I want is to make a sandwich, Simon. Just a humble sandwich, with ham, cheese, maybe a little dab of... oh my God."
Simon wondered what a dab of "oh my God" would taste like.”
― Cassandra Clare, Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy

“Jean held onto his control with everything he had left after such a nightmarish day, but he could feel his grip slipping. Endure, he warned himself, and on its tail-end came a desperate How much must I?”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court