Do You Really Wish To Disobey Me,

Remember When You Fell Out Of That Tree On The Farm When You Were Ten, And Broke Your Arm? Remember How He Made Them Let Him Ride With You In The Ambulance On The Way To The Hospital? He Kicked And Yelled Till They Gave In.” “you Laughed,” Said Clary, Remembering, “and My Mom Hit You In The Shoulder.” “it Was Hard Not To Laugh. Determination Like That In A 10-year-old Is Something To See. He Was Like A Pit Bull.” “if Pit Bulls Wore Glasses And Were Allergic To Ragweed.” -luke And Clary Talking About Simon, Pg.211-

The Moment The Door Opened, Jace Seized Up A Yellow Pencil Lying On The Desk And Threw It. It Sailed Through The Air And Struck The Wall Just Next To Luke's Head, Where It Stuck, Vibrating. Luke's Eyes Widened. Jace Smiled Faintly. "sorry, I Didn't Realize It Was You." ... Luke Indicated Simon And Clary With A Wave Of His Hand. "i Brought Some People To See You." Jace's Eyes Moved To Them. They Were As Black As If They Had Been Painted On. "unfortunately," He Said, "i Only Had The One Pencil." -jace & Luke, Pg.43-

He Produced A Handkerchief—crisply Folded—and Handed It To Her. She Took It With Silent Astonishment. She’d Never Before Known Anyone Who Carried A Handkerchief.

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.

There Are So Many Worse Things Than Death. Not To Be Loved Or Not To Be Able To Love: That Is Worse.