Hey Baby. Baby? You're kidding me, right? I was trying it out. No? No.

He saved your life,” Clary pointed out. “Details,” said Simon dismissively.

It was odd, (Tessa thought), what brought out tenderness in people.

"Jace?" She offered him the glass. "I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman and bring me something brown." "Brown?" Isabelle made a face. "Brown is a manly colour," said Jace and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. "In fact, look - Alec is wearing it." Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. "It was black," he said. "But then it faded." "You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested.

There is more to living than not dying," he said. "Look at the way you live Will. You burn as bright as a star.

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.

"Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead." "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face. "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."