I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing

I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sisters.

I never cared,” he said. “I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

Because in the end nothing is worse than seeing the fall of one you loved. It was somehow worse than losing a love. It made everything seem questionable. It made the past bitter and confused.

When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw.

Oooh, that was fun." "That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means." Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade." "It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around.