Sara

“I am no faerie. I am Mark Blackthorn of the Los Angeles Institute. It doesn't matter what they say or what they do to me. I still remember who I am.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“You can't fix grief,” said Simon. “A rabbi told me that when my father died. The only thing that fixes grief is time, and the love of the people who care about you, and Tavvy has that.” He squeezed Mark's shoulder briefly. “Take care of yourself,” he said. “Shelo ted'u od tza'ar, Mark Blackthorn.”

“What does that mean?” said Mark.

“It's a blessing,” said Simon. “Something else the rabbi taught me. ‘Let it be that you should know no further sorrow.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“But what do you have to be stressed about, little brother?" Mark said. "You weren't carried away by the faeries. You've spent your life here. Not that the life of a Shadowhunter isn't stressful, but why are you the one with the bloody hands?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“It always amuses him that even though her life was filled with demons and vampires, warlocks and faeries, his wife still made a beeline for fantastical fiction every time they entered Foyles bookshop.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Iron