He touched her face, gently, with the back of his hand. 'you disappear so completely into your head sometimes.' he said. 'i wish i could follow you.'
you do, she wanted to say, you live in my head all the time

“Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded wit…”

“Clary, ¿Azazel es el gato de Los Pitufos? -No Simon, ese es Azrael. Y no vuelva…”

“I am leaving, but I am living. I will not be gone from you entirely, Will. When…”

“Your trusting idiocy knows no bounds”