But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?

A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude. -Clary, pg.243-

Goodness," Tessa said to the back of his head. "If you keep seeing Six-Fingered Nigel like this, he'll expect you to declare your intentions.

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.

Perhaps he's in love with Agatha," she said. "I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.