How can you not understand?" He pointed at her books. "You read novels. Obviously, I'm here to rescue you. Don't I look like Sir Galahad?" He raised his arms dramatically. "My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure---

the less you had, the more careful you had to be about everything you did have.

Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made

You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.

Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!" "No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.

Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.

How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.