Simon: So Were You Following Me? Or

Jocelyn Recognized Reading As A Sacred Pastime And Usually Wouldn't Interrupt Clary In The Middle Of A Book, Even To Yell At Her.

Simon: So Were You Following Me? Or Is It Just An Amazing Coincidence That You Happened To Be On The Roof Of A Building I Was Walking By When I Got Attacked? Jace: I Was Following You. Simon: Is This The Part Where You Tell Me You're Secretly In Love With Me?

Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon To Retune. And You Valentine's Daughter, To Be The Catalist Of It All.

She Smiled At Him. “how Did You Know Just What I’d Want To See?” “how Could I Not?” He Said. “when I Think Of You, And You Are Not There, I See You In My Mind’s Eye Always With A Book In Your Hand.” He Looked Away From Her As He Said It, But Not Before She Caught The Slight Flush On His Cheekbones. He Was So Pale, He Could Never Hide Even The Least Blush, She Thought — And Was Surprised How Affectionate The Thought Was.

There Is No One Religion, No One Truth And No Myth Lacks Meaning