What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?" Clary was very glad she had put her cup down, because if she hadn't, she would have dropped it. Sebastian was looking at her not with any shyness or the sort of natural awkwardness that might be attendant on such a bizarre question, but as if she were a curious, foreign life-form. "Well," she said. "You're my brother. I would have loved you. I would have...had to.

How generous the universe could be, when he wanted to be!

Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now." "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.

It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.

Do you not tire of eternity? Do you not wish to end your suffering?" "By leaping into the Void? Not really.

Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake?

If you insist on the chase then you'd better start running 'cause dude, you're in for a marathon