“You know," Clary said, "most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.""Ah," said Jace blithely, "that might explain why I so often run into people who seem to dislike me.”

“He has many things I haven't got," said Jace. "Like nearsightedness, bad posture, and an appalling lack of coordination." "You know," Clary said, "most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction." "Ah," said Jace blithely, "that might explain why I so often run into people who seem to dislike me.”

“So you really cant think of anyone else who might want to kill you?"asked Jace."Unlike in your case there arent actually all that many people who dislike me."said Simon.”

“Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. “You do—you still love me, don’t you?” “I love Jace Lightwood,” she said. “I don’t know who you are.”

“Some burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters""Everything that happens to you matters to me.""Well that certainly explains why you haven't called me back once. And the last time I saw you, you ran away without telling me why. It's like dating a ghost."Jace's mouth quirked up slightly at the side. "Not exactly. Isabelle actually dated a ghost. She could tell you--""No," Clary said. "It was a metaphor. And you know exactly what I mean.”

“Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.”