“Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?”

“So you don't ever get angry at him?"Jem laughed out loud. "I would hardly say that. Sometimes I want to strangle him.""How on earth do you prevent yourself?""I go to my favorite place in London," said Jem, "and I stand and look at the water, and I think about the continuity of life, and how the river rolls on, oblivious of the petty upsets in our lives."Tessa was fascinated. "Does that work?""Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.”

“You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.”

“I don't hate you, Jace.""I don't hate you, either."She looked up at him, relieved. "I'm glad to hear that—""I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I think I do hate you and then I see you and I—"Her hands had grown numb with their grip on the blanket. "And you what?""What do you think?" Jace shook his head. "Why should I tell you everythingabout how I feel when you never tell me anything? It's like banging my head on awall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop."Clary's lips were trembling so violently that she found it hard to speak. "Do you think it's easy for me?" she demanded.”

“Unfortunately, you never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.”

“I hate it when you answer a question with a question.""No you don't, you think it's charming.”

“I knew then that Jocelyn would never come back to me, because of you. You are the only thing in the world she ever loved more than she loved me. And because of that she hates me. And because of that, I hate the sight of you”