“Glory? The Angel sounded faintly curious, as if the word were strange to him. Glory belongs to God alone.”

“Glory?....Glory belongs to God alone.”

“...the kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory...”

“You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.”

“Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone.”

“He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it everyday.”

“Lips. There was something strangely, delicatelyindelicate about the word, like a kissitself.”