"jem?" He Said. "is It You, James?"

Everything We Need To Know Is Locked Up In Your Head, Under Those Pretty Red Curls." Clary Reached Up To Touch Her Hair Protectively. "i Dont Think-" "so What Are You Going To Do?" Simon Asked Sharply. "cut Her Head Open To Get At It?

I Rather Wonder What I Am Doing Here. I Enjoy City Life, You Know. The Glittering Lights, The Constant Companionship, The Liquid Entertainment. The Lack Of Sudden Monkeys.

There Must Always Be A First," Said Jem. "it Is Not Easy To Be First, And It Is Not Always Rewarding, But It Is Important.

The Truth Is That I Love Simon Like I Should Love You, And I Wish That He Was My Brother And You Weren't." - Clary

She Could Ask For Anything, She Thought Dizzily, Anything--an End To Pain Or World Hunger Or Disease, Or For Peace On Earth. But Then Again, Perhaps These Things Weren't In The Power Of Angels To Grant, Or They Would Already Have Been Granted. And Perhaps People Were Supposed To Find These Things For Themselves.