Every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad

I Have Something For You," He Said. He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out Something, Which He Pressed Into Her Hand. It Was A Gray Stone, Slightly Uneven, Worn To Smoothness In Spots. "huh," Said Clary, Turning It Over In Her Fingers. "you Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock.

I Prefer The School Of Life.

You Cannot Reduce The Situation To Worm Jokes, Will. This Is Gabriel And Gideon’s Father We’re Discussing.” “we’re Not Just Discussing Him; We’re Chasing Him Through An Ornamental Sculpture Garden Because He’s Turned Into A Worm.

Maybe I Want A Black Eye. Did You Think Of That?

Jace Laughed, That Soft Rich Sound Clary Loved So Much. "i'm Warning You, That Jacket Is Sexy. The Institute Could Go Up In Sexy, Sexy Flames.