“And now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum.”

“No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend." "We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested”

“We need to talk. All of us About what we're going to do now.""I was going to watch Project Runway.”

“Who cares if you have a girlfriend, anyway?""I care," Simon said gloomily. "Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor. And he smells like Windex.""At least you know he's still available."Simon glared. "Not funny, Fray.""There's always Sheila 'The Thong' Bararino," Clary suggested."That is who Eric's been dating for the past three months," Simon said. "His advice, meanwhile, was that I ought to just decide which girl in school has the most rockin' bod and ask her out.""Eric is a sexist pig," Clary said. "Maybe you should call your band The Sexist Pigs.""It has a ring to it.”

“She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone."Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. "All right. I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. "Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!"Simon slid down in his seat. "Please don't tell anyone I know him."Clary giggled. "Who uses the word 'loins'?""Eric," Simon said grimly. "All his poems have loins in them."'Turgid is my torment!" Eric wailed. "Agony swells within!""You bet it does," Clary said.”

“In some ways, we've been through something no one else can ever understand but the two of us... And it made me realize. We are always and absolutely better together.”

“His eyes softened. "But it doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my soul missing, and it's inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.”