Everything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls." Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I dont think-" "So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?

Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex." "At least you know he's still available.

I've always been happy with you," he said. "But I never thought I deserved it." "And now you do?" "And now the feeling's gone," he said. "All I know is that I love you and for the first time, that's good enough.

Carstairs is alright, I suppose. If you like that sort.” “Oh?” “The taken. The uninterested.” “As opposed to… you, Gabriel?” “Well, yes.

You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones

I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.

Change is no loss, Will. Not always.