“That's it. It's all going to end. The realization wasn't crushing. It was gentle, like a final tendril of smoke from a dying candle.”

“And that's why I finally ended it. I realized today that it's exhausting to be a coward.”

“The words "when you're better" hung between us like smoke from a snuffed candle - what if she wasn't going to get better ? Well, she just had to. I got up and divided the remaining dregs of wine in the bottle between our glasses.”

“It'll be all right." Julia's gentleness makes it worse. "In the end, Jace.""It doesn't feel very all right.""That's because it's not the end.”

“Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.”

“I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.”