She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.

I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd all over everything.

You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?

Crying wouldn't help anything now.

Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self." "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before. "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.