We're not dating," Alec said again. "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?

I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

Clary closed her eyes. Remembering the way Jace had looked at her the night she'd freed Ithuriel, she couldn't help but imagine the way he'd look at her now if he saw her trying to lie down to die on the sand beside him. He wouldn't be touched, wouldn't think it was a beautiful gesture. He'd be angry at her for giving up. He'd be so--disappointed.

You are Spider-Man!" she exclaimed. Simon glanced down from his perch halfway up the pillar. "That makes you Mary Jane. She has red hair.

I guess it’s true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches." "That’s atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.

From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace