Simon Grinned. "you've Never Heard Of Dungeons

I Fell In Love With You," He Said, "because You Were One Of The Bravest People I'd Ever Known. So How Could I Ask You To Stop Being Brave Just Because I Loved You?" He Ran His Hands Through His Hair, Making It Stick Up In Loops And Curls That Clary Ached To Smooth Down. "you Came For Me," He Said. "you Saved Me When Almost Everyone Else Had Given Up, And Even The People Who Hadn't Given Up Didn't Know What To Do. You Think I Don't Know What You Went Through?

No Good Sentences Ever Include The Word ‘should.’ I Should Have Paid The Tavern Bill; Now They’re Coming To Break My Legs. I Should Never Have Run Off With My Best Friend’s Wife; Now She Devils Me Constantly. I Should—

You Might At Least Believe That I Know Honor- Honor And Debt.

He Was Wearing A Look That She Found Odd And Compelling - That Amusement That Didn’t Seem To Pass Beyond The Surface Of His Features, As He Found Everything In The World Both Infinitely Funny And Infinitely Tragic All At The Same Time.

Why Mundanes Always Insist On Taking Responsibility For Things That Aren't Their Fault Is A Mystery To Me. You Didn't Force That Cocktail Down His Idiotic Throat." -jace, Pg.241-