“It's all right. It doesn't matter what you do. We're dreaming, you know.”

“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.”

“It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”

“It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true.''And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too.”

“Will. It doesn't matter--""Nothing matters more!" His voice grew in strength. "I know that if you hate me it is because I forced you to. I know that you have no reason to give me a second chance to be regarded by you in a different light. But I am begging you for that chance. I will do anything. Anything.”

“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”

“If I might ask--," she began.Will sighed. "You know you'll ask whether I say it's all right or not.”