We live vicariously through stories, because our own lives provide so few opportunities for high-stakes adventure and noble sacrifice.

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

You know me. I’ll hurt you. Welcome home.

A naked blade hid nothing, feared nothing. She wanted to be like that. Because that was how you found yourself, created yourself. You didn’t hide. You didn’t wait for the perfect moment to settle on...

It seared her senses; it made her feel alive, even as it sucked that life away – and she kept coming back to it, again and again. Waves of sensation pulled her under – drowning...

It’s her ability as an artist to see possibility where others see a blank page and, by extension, to see victory where others see certain defeat that truly empowers her…

He kissed her lightly on the nose, and she laughed. Blue eyed her with faux seriousness. “How was that? Any weakness?””No. But I don’t think there would have been anyway.””Well, then, how about this?” His...

Art is magic, and art is powerful. Art saves lives- I really believe that. It gives us courage and compassion we might not have on our own.

Everyone loves a kick-ass girl. (Well- maybe not her enemies, but you know what I mean.)

Art is a kind of magic. Creativity is mysterious, even to artists, who might be able to name their inspiration but can’t always explain how their influences and experiences came together to create this new...

You don’t like Blue, do you?””No,” Mira said, caught off guard by the change of subject.”I was worried he was doing his knight-in-tarnished-armor thing and it was winning you over.

As an artist, her imagination isn’t fettered by the constraints of reality.

Not every girl can be Isabelle Lightwood or Katniss Everdeen. I think the true measure of a hero is what a person does with what they have, how hard they are willing to fight, and...

You couldn’t hide from bad things and pretend they didn’t exist–that left you with a dream world, and dream worlds eventually crumbled. You had to face the truth. And then decide what you wanted.

Birthdays were wretched, delicious things when you lived in Beau Rivage. The clock stuck midnight, and presents gave way to magic.Curses bloomed.Girls bit into sharp apples instead of birthday cake, chocked on the ruby-and-white slivers,...

A fighter is someone who fights- with everything and anything she has at her disposal.

But Clary’s a hero at heart- and that means she’ll find a way to be the hero she needs to be, to look beyond the skills she doesn’t have and draw on the skills she...