Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.

If I’d just listened—just taken one second to listen—it wouldn’t have happened

And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

Do you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?

You can keep it a secret.... But secrets have their own weight, and it can be a very heavy one.