Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend.

With Jace, you don't really get to choose your insulting nickname.

I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he’s doddering off to the grave.

i've never asked him but i'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his strubbery

I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.

The kitchen was bright, cheerful yellow, the walls decorated with framed chalk and pencil sketches Simon and Rebecca had done in grade school. Rebecca had some drawing talent, you could tell, but Simon's sketches of people all looked like parking meters with tufts of hair.

I am a man, and men do not drink pink drinks. Now, be gone, woman, and fetch me something brown." Jace said. "Brown?" said Isabelle. "Yes. Brown. It's a manly color. See? Alec is wearing it." Jace said. "Well, it was black but it faded." Alec said. "Well, I can always fix it up with something sparkly," Magnus said, holding a sparkley headband. "Resist the urge, Alec, resist the urge." Simon said.