“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”

“It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true.''And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too.”

“It's all right. It doesn't matter what you do. We're dreaming, you know.”

“How many other people?" Alec asked. "Roughly."Magnus shook his head. "I can't count, and it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is how I feel about you.""More than a hundred?" Alec asked. Magnus looked blank. "Two hundred?""I can't believe we're having this conversation now," Magnus said.”

“Because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, because no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you.”

“It didn’t matter, anyway. There was only one thing she could ask for, in the end, only one real choice. She raised her eyes to the Angel’s. "Jace," she said.”

“what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it?”