Do Not Seek Revenge And Call It

He Took Her By The Shoulders And Pulled Her Closer To Him, His Fingers Knotting In The Fabric Of Her Dress. Even More Than In The Attic, She Felt Caught In The Eddy Of A Powerful Wave That Threatened To Pull Her Over And Under, To Crush And Break Her, To Wear Her Down To Softness As The Sea Might Wear Down A Piece Of Glass.

Pain Made You Strong. Loss Made You Powerful.

Dear Me," Said Will, And He Took Another Bite Of His Apple. "is It Because I'm Better-looking Than You?

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!

I Would Say It Was Nice To Meet You, But The Fact Is It Wasnt. In Fact, It Was Quite Awkward.