Renata

“It’s an old story,” said Jace. “But as you know—all the stories are true.”
“Or at least true in part.” Clary smiled up at him.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“And maybe I am a monster. I don't know the answer to that. But what I do know is that even if there's demon blood inside me, there is human blood inside me as well. And I couldn't love you like I do if I weren't at least a little bit human. Because demons want. But they don't love.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“And tell them what?" Jace said witheringly. "That invisible people are bothering you? Trust me, little girl, the police aren't going to arrest someone they can't see”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones / City of Ashes / City of Glass / City of Fallen Angels / City of Lost Souls

“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and he did, hot languorous slow kisses that sped up as his heartbeat did, as the movement of their bodies quickened against each other. Each kiss was different, each rising higher and higher like a spark as a fire grew: quick soft kisses that told her he loved her, long slow worshipful kisses that said that he trusted her, playful light kisses that said that he still had hope, adoring kisses that said he had faith in her as he did in no one else. Clary abandoned herself to the kisses, the language of them, the wordless speech that passed between the two of them.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire