One does silly things when one is twelve.

The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish that he was my brother and you weren't." - Clary

I only count the hours that shine.

I have something for you," he said. He dug into his pocket and brought out something, which he pressed into her hand. It was a gray stone, slightly uneven, worn to smoothness in spots. "Huh," said Clary, turning it over in her fingers. "You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don't mean, you know, literally a big rock.

The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and... "And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation.

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

Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything.