“I think it's romantic," she said mostly to Edward. "Cursed to live their lives in the shadows, to be together only under the cover of darkness... hiding their love from the sunlight.""They're gay, honey," said Emma, "not vampires.”

“Look, Simon, Luke thinks you should tell your mom. You can't hide it from her forever.""I can damn well try.""Think about Luke," she said desperately. "You can still live a normal life.""And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I foresee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin pina colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.”

“Faeries are fallen angels," said Dorothea, "cast down out of heaven for their pride.""That's the legend," Jace said. "It's also said that they're the offspring of demons and angels, which always seemed more likely to me. Good and evil, mixing together. Faeries are as beautiful as angels are supposed to be, but they have a lot of mischief and cruelty in them. And you'll notice most of them avoid midday sunlight—""For the devil has no power," said Dorothea softly, as if she were reciting an old rhyme, "except in the dark.”

“You want me to invite him to dinner.” “I want you to invite him to dinner,” she agreed. “You know,” he said, “most gay men don’t have mothers who are this enthusiastic about their love lives.” “That’s probably true,” she said. “You’re one of the lucky ones.”

“The seasons are colliding together, storms are destroying lives, and love is a dangerous curse.-The Vangeretta Curse”

“Somehow I can live in that awful building‟s shadows,” she said, “but I don‟t think I have the strength left to ever set foot in there again.”