We need to talk. All of us About what we're going to do now." "I was going to watch Project Runway.
"It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green." "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace."
Can I help you with something?" Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you." Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said, "I am stunningly attractive.
And now I'm looking at you,? he said, ?and you're asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before ? bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it ? but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.