They Kind Of Look Like Evil Lawn

I Fell In Love With You," He Said, "because You Were One Of The Bravest People I'd Ever Known. So How Could I Ask You To Stop Being Brave Just Because I Loved You?" He Ran His Hands Through His Hair, Making It Stick Up In Loops And Curls That Clary Ached To Smooth Down. "you Came For Me," He Said. "you Saved Me When Almost Everyone Else Had Given Up, And Even The People Who Hadn't Given Up Didn't Know What To Do. You Think I Don't Know What You Went Through?

I Think He’s Handling It With Grace. A Lot Of Teenage Boys Would Sulk, Or Lurk Around Under Your Window With A Boom Box.

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...

But Magnus, He Thought. You Never Told Me. Never Warned Me It Would Be Like This, That I Would Wake Up One Day And Realize That I Was Going Somewhere You Couldn't Follow. That We Are Essentially Not The Same. There's No "till Death Do Us Apart" For Those Who Never Die.

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?