I Think He's Jealous.

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

What's This?" He Demanded, Looking From Clary To His Companions, As If They Might Know What She Was Doing There. "it's A Girl," Jace Said,recovering His Composure. "surely You've Seen Girls Before, Alec. Your Sister Isabelle Is One.

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-

We Came To See Jace. Is He Alright?" "i Don't Know," Magnus Said. "does He Normally Just Lie On The Floor Like That Without Moving?

We Live Forever By The Grace Of Human Love, Which Rocked Strange Children In Their Cradles And Did Not Despair And Did Not Turn Away.