“The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.”

“He's not in a very good mood," said Luke, pausing in front of a closed door. "I shut him up in Freaky Pete's office after he nearly killed half my pack with his bare hands. He wouldn't talk to me, so"—Luke shrugged—"I thought of you." He looked from Clary's baffled face to Simon's. "What?""I can't believe he came here," Clary said."I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete," said Simon."I know a lot of people," said Luke. "Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk.”

“You look happy," he said to Clary. He swiveled his gaze to Jace. "And a good thing for you that she does."Jace raised an eyebrow. "Is this the part where you tell me that if I hurt her, you'll kill me?""No," said Simon, "If you hurt Clary, she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons."Jace looked pleased by the thought.”

“Katniss, I don't think President Snow will kill Peeta. If he does, he won't have any way to hurt you.""So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask."Whatever it takes to break you.”

“Anything you need, you tell him and he'll get it for you. If he offends you in any way, let me know and I'll kill him when I get up.”

“I know Clay hurt you. He's a difficult boy. But he loves you. As much as you love him. I see the way you look at each other. And it's a beautiful thing.”