“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.”

“A kiss isn't terminal."
"It is the way you do it.”

“I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.”

“His mouth was hot and hungry, and he kissed the way no man should kiss and still be allowed to run free.”

“He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer.”

“Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.”

“In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.”

“It's the way that you kiss, the way that you give back,
The way you love me like this -- look at the beauty of that.
These are the tangled words of our love, that we both do untie --
Same old ways, same old spice, same old paradise.”

“You don't believe me?" Jace asked. "Fine. Go ahead. Kiss me right now."
Alec stared at him in horror.
"Exactly. Despite my staggering good lucks, you actually don't like me that way.”

“There are a million ways to reach recovery. Don't let anyone tell you you can't find a way that works for you.”