You're Not Gay, Are You?" Simon's Greenish

Declarations Of Love Amuse Me. Especially When Unrequited.

I Would Die For You. You Know That. I Would Die Without You. If It Were Not For You, I Would Be Dead A Hundred Times Over These Past Five Years.

I Don’t Want To Be Nephilim,” Said Jace. “i Want To Be Something Else. Stronger, Faster, Better Than Human. But Different. Not Subservient To The Laws Of An Angel Who Couldn’t Care Less About Us. Free.” He Ran His Hand Through A Curl Of Her Hair. “i’m Happy Now, Clary. Doesn’t That Make A Difference?

I Shall Charm Him With Such Force That When I Am Done, He Will Be Left Lying Limply On The Ground, Trying To Remember His Own Name.

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?