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But They Love Each Other," Clary Said, Appalled. "isn't That What Love Means? That You're Supposed To Be There For The Other Person To Turn To, No Matter What?" Luke Looked Toward The River, At The Dark Water Moving Slowly Under The Light Of The Autumn Moon. "sometimes, Clary," He Said, "love Just Isn't Enough.

There Is No Pretending," Jace Said With Absolute Clarity. "i Love You, And I Will Love You Until I Die, And If There Is Life After That, I'll Love You Then.

I Can't - I'll Chop Off My Own Foot!" "if You're Going To Chop Off Anyone's Foot, Chop Off Benedict's," Will Muttered.

It Is The Mundanes Who Look At Me And See Something They Do Not Understand—a Boy Who Is Not Quite White And Not Quite Foreign Either." "just As I Am Not Human, And Not Demon Either," Tessa Said Softly. His Eyes Softened. "you Are Human," He Said. "never Think You Are Not. I Have Seen You With Your Brother; I Know How You Care For Him. If You Can Feel Hope, Guilt, Sorrow, Love—then You Are Human.

I Hate That Stuff. It Tastes Like Feet." At That He Smiled. "how Would You Know What Feet Taste Like?" "i Just Know.