It Was Stupid To Hope, She Knew.

But I Think It Has To Do With What You Believe About Yourself. If You Believe You're Damned, Then You Are. But If You Don't...

You Serve A Greater Cause. Your Life Is Not Yours To Throw Away (magnus Bane)

Stop It," He Hissed In Her Ear. "you'll Just Make It Worse For Yourself. It's Better If You Don't Look." "like You Do?" She Hissed Back. "shutting Your Eyes And Pretending Something's Not Happening Doesn't Make It Not True, Jace. You Ought To Know Better-

Have You Told Eric And The Rest Of Them That—” “that I’m A Vampire? No. It Isn’t The Sort Of Thing You Just Drop Into Casual Conversation.” “maybe Not, But They’re Your Friends. They Should Know. And Besides, They’ll Just Think It Makes You More Of A Rock God, Like That Vampire Lester.” “lestat,” Simon Said. “that Would Be The Vampire Lestat. And He’s Fictional.

He Grinned. It Was A Wicked Grin, The Kind That Made The Blood In Clary's Veins Run A Little Faster. "you Want To Go On A Date?" Caught Off Guard, She Stammered. "a Wh-what?" "a Date," Jace Repeated. "often 'a Boring Thing You Have To Memorize In History Class,' But In This Case, 'an Offering Of An Evening Of Blisteringly White-hot Romance With Yours Truly." "really?" Clary Was Not Sure What To Make Of This. "blisteringly White-hot?" "it's Me," Said Jace. "watching Me Play Scrabble Is Enough To Make Most Women Swoon. Imagine If I Actually Put In Some Effort.