Having Rock-star Problems May Be The Closest

I Wouldn't Call That An Instrument Of Music," Ragnor Observed Sourly. "an Instrument Of Torture, Perhaps.

It Was Like I Saw Your Soul In The Notes Of The Music. And It Was Beautiful." She Leaned Forward And Touched His Face Lightly, The Smooth Skin Over His Hard Cheekbone, His Hair Like Feathers Against The Back Of Her Hand. "i Saw Rivers, Boats Like Flowers, All The Colors Of The Night Sky.

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-

You And Jace – You’re Not Quite Normal, Are You? I Mean, Not Normal Shadowhunters. There’s Something Special About You Both. Like The Seelie Queen Said. You Were Experiments.” He Smiled At Her Startled Look. “i’m Not Stupid. I Can Put These Things Together. You With Your Rune Powers, And Jace, Well…no One Could Be That Annoying Without Some Kind Of Supernatural Assistance.

James, You Are All The Family I Have. 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 Owe You Everything, And If You Cannot Believe I Have Empathy, Perhaps You Might At Least Believe I Know Honor--honor, And Debt--