Not All That Is Mortal Is Useless.

She Could Ask For Anything, She Thought Dizzily, Anything--an End To Pain Or World Hunger Or Disease, Or For Peace On Earth. But Then Again, Perhaps These Things Weren't In The Power Of Angels To Grant, Or They Would Already Have Been Granted. And Perhaps People Were Supposed To Find These Things For Themselves.

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-

Tessa: "a Little Girl Robbed You?" Will: "actually, She Wasn't A Little Girl At All, As It Turns Out, But A Midget In A Dress With A Penchant For Violence, Who Goes By The Name Six-fingered Nigel." Jem:"easy Mistake To Make." (later) Will: "i Want To Be Back Before Dark. I Have An Assignation In Soho This Evening With A Certain Attractive Someone" Tessa: “goodness, If You Keep Seeing Six-fingered Nigel Like This, He'll Expect You To Declare Your Intentions.

For Love Is As Strong As Death.

Half Of Your Attention Is Better Than All Of Anyone Else's.