I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way. We are the same.
Cassandra ClareShe pulled away. "That doesn't make any sense." "Neither does this," he said, "but I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?
Cassandra ClareSuddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!" "No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.
Cassandra ClareIt didnโt matter, anyway. There was only one thing she could ask for, in the end, only one real choice. She raised her eyes to the Angelโs. "Jace," she said.
Cassandra Clare