Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort

Alec's Trying To Get Magnus To Take Him Seriously, But He's Never Told Our Parents About Magnus, Or Even That He Likes, You Know -" "warlocks ?" Simon Said.

I Didn't Get This Dressed Up To Watch You Mess Around In The Gutter With A Bunch Of Motorcycles." "they Are Pretty To Look At," Said Jace. "you Have To Admit That." "so Am I," Said Isabelle.

I Don’t Want To Be Nephilim,” Said Jace. “i Want To Be Something Else. Stronger, Faster, Better Than Human. But Different. Not Subservient To The Laws Of An Angel Who Couldn’t Care Less About Us. Free.” He Ran His Hand Through A Curl Of Her Hair. “i’m Happy Now, Clary. Doesn’t That Make A Difference?

Books Are For Reading, Not For Turning Oneself Into Livestock.

What Have You Done To My Cat?" Magnus Demanded... "you Drank His Blood, Didn't You? You Said You Weren't Hungry!" Simon Was Indignant. "i Did Not Drink His Blood. He's Fine!" He Poked The Chairman In The Stomach. The Cat Yawned. "second, You Asked Me If I Was Hungry When You Were Ordering Pizza, So I Said No, Because I Can't Eat Pizza. I Was Being Polite." "that Doesn't Get You The Right To Eat My Cat." "your Cat Is Fine!" Simon Reached To Pick Up The Tabby, Who Jumped Indignantly To His Feet And Stalked Off The Table. "see?" "whatever.