Being remembered, and remembered so kindly, touched him more than he would have thought possible.

And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between force and cooperation, between fear and willingness, between love and torture. And with that realization came a rush of numbness—what was the point of hating Valentine for being a monster when he didn’t even know he was one?

He was standing leaning against the door frame; now he stood up straight. "How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?

For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.

Magic is dangerous- but love is more dangerous still

I thought... that we could at least talk about books.

But you love her.” Will stared at him. “Of course I do,” he said finally. “I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.