Clary smiled at him with a warmth she didn’t feel. “Sebastian says I can come with you.” Jace raised his eyebrows. “Matching haircuts for everyone?” “I hope not,” said Sebastian. “I look terrible with curls.

What’s your name, then? ”Tessa looked at him in disbelief. “What’s my name?” “Don’t you know it?

Doubtless the lunatic asylums of the world are filled with unfortunate women who have failed to see my charms.

Filters are for cigarrettes and coffee," Simon muttered under his breath as they went inside. "Two things I could use right now, incidentally.

It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.

There is nothing quite like the moral absolutism of the young." -Hodge

He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.