You could give me the past,“ he said a little sadly. “But Alec is my future.

Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.

Well, why did you kill Jeremiah? And don't bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this.

Brown is a manly color

Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.

He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it everyday.

Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.