“No doubt Richard's father, like my mother, had once held his infant son in his arms, looked into the eyes of his child's mother, and believed they would move into the future together with love. The fact that they didn't was a weight each of us carried, as every child does, probably, whose parents no longer live under the same roof. Wherever it is you make your home, there is always this other place, this other person, calling to you. Come to me. Come back.”

“The love a parent had for a child, there is nothing else like it. No other love so consuming. No father-not even Valentine-would sacrifice his son for a hunk of metal, no matter how powerful.” (The Inquisitor)“You don’t know my father. He‘ll laugh in your face and offer you some money to mail my body back to Idris.” (Jace)“Don’t be absurd-”“You‘re right,” Jace said. “Come to think of it, he‘ll probably make you pay the shipping charges yourself.”

“If they come into a house and there is a son and a mother there, they hold a gun to their heads. They make the son sleeps with his mother. If it is a daughter and a father, they do the same thing.”

“We held our heads together and looked into each others eyes as he held me in his arms ready to penetrate me and once again we shared a moment.”

“In the past, he had never questioned the fact that he was a prince; like the fact that he was the child of his mother and father, it seemed like something that would never change. Yet look how easily he had lost that rank and privilege! A person's fortune could turn at any time.”

“How many shots had to be fired to turn this child back to his home and anxious mother?”