Love isn't a weakness.

Can I help you with something?" Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you." Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said, "I am stunningly attractive.

But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?

He cocked his head to the side. "Did he die well?" "He died screaming." Charlotte's bluntness startled Tessa. "What a beautiful thing to hear.

And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.

Clary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.

The young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in the lamplight—paler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed.