He (Jace) glanced down at his bound hands. His wrists and shoulders had gone from aching to hard, stabbing pain, but he didn’t wince as the inquisitor regarded one of the blades, named it Jophiel, and plunged it into the polished wooden floorboards at her feet. He waited, but nothing happened. “Boom,” he said eventually. “Was something supposed to happen there?” ~pg.303~

I want to kiss you one more time before I die.

Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious.

Take my hands,” Alec said. “And take my strength too. Whatever of it you can use to— to keep yourself going.

Love takes your choices away.

You know," Kirk said finally, breaking the silence. "I see it. He is pretty hot.

Will pointed a finger accusingly in their direction. "You're ganging up on me. Is this how it's going to be from now on? I'll be the odd man out? Dear God, I'll have to befriend Jessamine." "Jessamine can't stand you," Jem pointed out. "Henry, then." "Henry will set you on fire.