I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer." "I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian.

You could say anything you wanted to someone you thought you were never going to see again.

That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana." This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.

It's too late," she said. "Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.

If you insist on the chase then you'd better start running 'cause dude, you're in for a marathon

I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.

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