For Love Is As Strong As Death.

And In Some Way, Clary Thought, He Meant It, Meant His Gratitude. He Had Long Ago Lost The Ability To Distinguish Between Force And Cooperation, Between Fear And Willingness, Between Love And Torture. And With That Realization Came A Rush Of Numbness—what Was The Point Of Hating Valentine For Being A Monster When He Didn’t Even Know He Was One?

Never Trust A Duck" - Will Herondale "we Are Bound, You And I, Over The Divide Of Death, Down Through Whatever Generations May Come. Forever." - Will Herondale

But They Love Each Other. Isn't That What Love Means? That You're Supposed To Be There For The Other Person To Turn To, No Matter What?

But Am I Clever And Right Or Clever And Wrong?

It Was Truly Amazing, Clary Thought, How Much Teenage Boys Were Able To Eat Without Ever Gaining Weight Or Making Themselves Sick. -pg.68-