We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It’s all very dull.
I know it’s wrong – God, it’s all kinds of wrong – but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.
How can you tell? That I like books, I mean. The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me.
Jace likes to pretend that everyone isn’t talking about him, even when he knows they are.
If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which.
Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don’t be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood.
All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.
I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.
He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn’t know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.
Not everything that’s true needs to be said.
Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.
Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.
Nothing less than 7 inches.
She had thought she was going to save her mother, and now there was going to be nothing for her to do but sit by her mother’s bedside, hold her limp hand, and home someone else, somewhere else, would be able to do what she couldn’t.
Shadowhunters were brought up to handle anything, weren’t they?
The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace’s face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind.
How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.
It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.
She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance – shattered it. He had let the walls down when he’d thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up.