Clary, You're An Artist, Like Your Mother.

You Cannot Buy Or Drug Or Dream Your Way Out Of Pain.

"i Forgot That's What Gets You All Hot And Bothered, Jace, Girls Killing Things." "i Like Anyone Killing Things, Especially Me." He Said With A Smile.

He Understands Now Why Kisses In Movies Are Filmed The Way They Are, With The Camera Endlessly Circling, Circling: The Ground Is Unsteady Under His.

How Are You Feeling?" "like Someone Massaged Me With A Cheese Grater." -clary & Simon, Pg.297-

You Had Every Right To Be. He Raised His Eyes To Look At Her And She Was Suddenly And Strangely Reminded Of Being Four Years Old At The Beach, Crying When The Wind Came Up And Blew Away The Castle She Had Made. Her Mother Had Told Her She Could Make Another One If She Liked, But It Hadn't Stopped Her Crying Because What She Had Thought Was Permanent Was Not Permanent After All, But Only Made Out Of Sand That Vanished At The Touch Of Wind And Water.