Jealousy Is Such An Ugly Emotion.

It Is What Is Left To Him," Said Will. "do You Not Recall What He Says To Lucie? 'if It Had Been Possible... That You Could Have Returned The Love Of The Man You See Before Yourself- Flung Away, Wasted, Drunken, Poor Creature Of Misure As You Know Him To Be- He Would Have Been Conscious This Day And Hour, In Spite Of His Happiness, That He Would Bring You Misery, Bring You To Sorrow And Repetance, Blight You, Disgrace You, Pull You Down With Him

Actually," Said Jace, "i Prefer To Think That I'm A Liar In A Way That's Uniquely My Own.

I've Got The Mark Of Cain," Said Simon. "that Means Nothing Can Kill Me, Right?" "you Can Kill Yourself," Magnus Said, Somewhat Unhelpfully. "as Far As I Know, Inanimate Objects Can Accidentally Kill You. So If You Were Planning On Teaching Yourself The Lambada On A Greased Platform Over A Pit Full Of Knives, I Wouldn't." "there Goes My Saturday.

Isabelle: Do You Want Some Soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do You Think Hodge Will Want Some Soup? Jace: No One Wants Soup Simon: I Want Some Soup! Jace: No, You Don't. You Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle

Clary, You're An Artist, Like Your Mother. That Means You See The World In Ways That Other People Don't. It's Your Gift, To See The Beauty And The Horror In Ordinary Things. It Doesn't Make You Crazy — Just Different. There's Nothing Wrong With Being Different.