Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

Yes?" said Clary, her voiced sharply edged. "Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?" "No wonder that cat of his hates everyone.

To love something is to destroy it forever.

Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas. "And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is.

Sometimes when she looks at him that way he finds himself almost blushing; a feeling so strange he almost doesn’t recognize it. Jace Wayland doesn’t blush.

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