“The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke.”

“If only we dind't have hearts we wouldn't know how sad it was. But we carry around these hearts ... which give us away.”

“The thing to remember about love affairs," says Simone, "is that they are all like having raccoons in your chimney."...We have raccoons sometimes in our chimney," explains Simone.And once we tried to smoke them out. We lit a fire, knowing they were there, but we hoped the smoke would cause them to scurry out the top and never come back. Instead, they caught on fire and came crashing down into our living room, all charred and in flames and running madly around until they dropped dead." Simone swallows some wine. "Love affairs are like that," she says. "They are all like that.”

“I want this chimney to smoke worse than Lucifer's own fire. Let's add another brick to be certain.Dougal stiffened. He'd thought they were repairing the chimney, but they wanted it to smoke. What in the hell was going on?”

“And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.”

“As she looked, the smoke puffing out of the chimney stopped curling upward and began to take on the shape of a wavering black question mark.Sebastian laughed. "I think that means, Who's there?"Clary pulled her coat closer around her. "It looks like something out of a fairy tale.""Are you cold?" Sebastian put his arm around her. Immediately the smoke curling from the chimney stopped forming itself into question marks and began puffing out in the shape of lopsided hearts.”