“Her secret fear? Maybe she didn't tried hard enough.”

“It was enough to be near her and hear her talk, it didn't always matter what she was saying. It should have, but it didn't.”

“Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.'

Sethe shook her head. 'Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part.”

“I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way…. I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself.”

“Pretend hard enough and maybe it will go away.”

“Maybe she couldn't know who she was today. Maybe it was enough to know that she was no longer who she was before.”

“I knew her well enough to understand that when Delia pushed you away, it was her way of making sure she didn't get shoved first.”

“He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.”

“That's her secret, I suppose. Everything that happens to her she's proud of. She makes it special by it happening to her.”

“She wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones.
Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.”