“Perhaps it's chasing me. But I don't think it will ever catch me because I am moving fast.”

“Do you think she’ll catch him before he gets to the hall?”“My mom’s spent her whole life chasing me around,” Clary said. “She moves fast.”

“Am I just chasing it because it's the hardest thing for me to get and I want to prove I can do it?”

“I let her catch me. I like it when she catches me. But last summer, she stopped chasing. It sucks.”

“I'm homesick all the time," she said, still not looking at him "I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.”

“I don't care when people think I'm an antisocial, controlling bookworm because that's what I am. It's when they interpret me wrong that I have a problem.”