Some burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters" "Everything that happens to you matters to me." "Well that certainly explains why you haven't called me back once. And the last time I saw you, you ran away without telling me why. It's like dating a ghost." Jace's mouth quirked up slightly at the side. "Not exactly. Isabelle actually dated a ghost. She could tell you--" "No," Clary said. "It was a metaphor. And you know exactly what I mean.

I may be a killer," Jace said, "but I know what I am. Can you say the same?

Okay. I've got a good one." Simon stroked Isabelle's hair feeling her lashes flutter against his neck as she closed her eyes. "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

I would rather insult you than lose you, he said, and before any of them could make a move to stop him, he cast both items into the fire.

I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace)

To be friends is a beautiful thing, Tessa, and I do not scorn it, but I have hoped for a long time now that we might be more than friends.

I have a feeling you're right, Sherwin.' 'Simon. My name is Simon.