Memorable Moments number one~ City of Bones

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le memorable moments~

(I started after I began reading the book)

pg. 160:
If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you'd have forever.

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pg.162: 
"Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually, he offered to wake you up himself, but since it's five a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at?"

"Meaning you?"

"What else?"

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pg. 170: 
"I wish you'd stop desperately trying to get my attention like this," he said, "It's become embarrassing."

"Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt," she told him.

"I can't help it. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain."

"Your pain will be outer soon if you don't get out of traffic. Are you trying to get run over by a cab?"

"Don't be ridiculous," he said. "We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood."

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pg. 172: 
"Then you'll see the world as it is-infinite," said Jace with a dry smile.

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pg. 179: 
There was a date inscribed on the base, 1234, and words inscribed around it: NEPHILIM: FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNI.

"Is that meant to be the Mortal Cup?" she asked.

Jace nodded. "And that's the motto of the Nephilim-the Shadowhunters-there on the base."

"What does it mean?"

Jace's grin was a white flash in the darkness. "It means 'Shadwhunters: Looking Better in Black Thank the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234."

"Jace-"

It means, said Jerimiah, The descent into Hell is easy.

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pg: 180:
Jace took the stairs with the ease of someone who finds a situation familiar if not exactly comfortable.

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pg. 180: 
Clary put both her hands behind her back like a small child. "Don't talk down to me."

"Well I could hardly talk up to you. You're too short."

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pg. 193: 
I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited.

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pg. 216: 
"There is a fine line between sarcasm and out-right hostility, and you seem to have crossed it."

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pg. 224: 
Magnus's voice was honey poured over shards of ice. "That's quite a choice you're offering me, little Shadowhunter."

"It's no choice at all," said Jace.

"Yes," said the warlock. "That's exactly what I meant."

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pg. 232: 
"If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.

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pg 232/ 233: 
"Will it hurt? Clary asked nervously.

"All knowledge hurts." he replied.

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pg. 235:
"If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do," said Magnus, still looking at Alec, "you will never learn from your mistakes."

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pg. 248: 
"That's not a cat," he observed. "It's the size of a hamster."

"I am kindly going to forget you said that," said Magnus.

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pg. 248: 
"It's Simon. He's missing."

"Ah," said Magnus, delicately, "missing what, exactly?"

"Missing," Jace repeated, "as in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared."

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pg: 273: 
Clary wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones. Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.

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pg. 282: 
"This is bad," said Jace.

"You said that before."

"It seemed worth repeating."

"Well, it wasn't."

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pg. 314: 
"Maybe. Although I doubt most Shadowhunters get a tattoo of Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on their left shoulder."

Jace looked baffled. "You wanted a turtle on your shoulder?"

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pg. 315: 
"But she's beautiful."

"So are you," said Jace, "and very different from how she is, and she can't help but notice that. She's always wanted to be small and delicate, you know. She hates being taller than most boys."

Clary said nothing to this, because she had nothing to say. Beautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mother were required to think you were beautiful.

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pg. 316: 
So the sound she'd heard had been wings rather than demented passion. That was disappointing.

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pg. 317: 
The answer was as simple as it was awful: She had forgotten about Simon completely.

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pg. 318: 
"Just kissing." Jace's tone mocked her with its false hurt. "How swiftly you dismiss our love."

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pg. 324: 
He pointed at himself-he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. "Look. Jammies."

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pg. 334: 
"Where there is feeling that is not requited," said Hodge, "there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side."

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pg. 338: 
"Shotgun!" announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van.

Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. "Where?"

"She means she wants the front seat," said Jace.

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pg. 339: 
"So what's with the 'hey' thing?" she asked.

"What 'hey' thing?" he replied.

"The 'hey' thing that guys always do. Like when you saw Jace and Alex, you said 'hey,' and they said 'hey' back. What wrong with 'hello'?"

"'Hello' is girly," he informed her. 'Real men are terse. Laconic."

"So the more manly you are, the less you say?"

"Right." Simon nodded. "That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Jace, from the backseat.

"Good," Clary said, and was rewarded by the smallest of smiles from Simon.

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pg. 341: 
She sighed. "Seeing through glamour is easy. It's people that are hard."

"We all see what we want to see," he said quietly.

"Not Jace," she said, unable to help herself, thinking of those clear, impassive eyes.

"Him more than anyone."

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pg. 345: 
"What would you know about it?" he said. "Love, I mean."

Dorothea folded her soft white hands in her lap. "More than you might think," she said. "Didn't I read your tea leaves, Shadowhunter? Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?"

Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."

Dorothea roared at that. "At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."

"Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting."

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pg. 360: 
She thought of the little boy with the dead falcon. To love is to destroy.

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pg. 374:
A sob broke free from Clary's chest. "I don't believe you! All you do is tell lies! Everything you've said was a lie!"

"Ah," he said, "the moral absolutism of the young, which allows for no concessions. Can't you see, Clary, that in my own way I'm trying to be a good man?"

She shook her head. "It doesn't work that way. The good things you do don't cancel out the bad ones."

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pg. 377: 
She remembered a poem she'd read in English class: I think we are in rats' alley/Where the dead men lost their bones.

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pg. 404:
"A dead man-"

"Won't contradict your lies," Clary finished for him bitterly.

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pg. 404: 
"Don't get upset? You're telling me that my dad is a guy who's basically an evil overlord, and you want me not to get upset?"

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pg. 408: 
The beginning of a thought tickled a the edge of her mind, wanting to resolve itself into a full-blown realization.

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pg. 418:
Alaric had his head up, sniffing the wind. "The stench of death lies heavy on the air."

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pg. 438: 
"Morgenstern means 'morning star.' As in How are thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!"

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pg. 442:
"It is simple, really. The story you heard was true in some of its parts, but not in others-lies mixed in with a little truth, as you said."

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pg. 444: 
That sounds terrific, thought Clary. Just you, your comatose wife, your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.

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pg: 446:
"I loved her," said Valentine. "I never would have hurt her. It was you who turned her against me."

Luke laughed. "She didn't need me to turn her against you. She learned to hate you on her own."

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pg. 458:
"You never knew them," said Valentine. "Don't pretend to a grief you do not feel."

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pg. 459:
"Let me guess," said Luke. "It's 'Don't kill me,' isn't it?"

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pg. 461:
"And this is how you repay the unquestioning loyalty you bought so cheaply, Lucian," he said. "By letting them died for you."

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pg. 464:
Glass surged across the floor like a shower of ice, a strangely beautiful cascade of silver shards.

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pg. 467:
only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, what he had been whispering before, and it was the simplest litany of call: her name, just her name.

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pg. 469:
You cannot save others until you first save yourself, said the voice in her mind.

"This fortune-cookie stuff is getting really old," Clary said.

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pg. 473: 
"Yes? said Clary, her voice sharply edged. "Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?"

"No wonder that cat of his hates everyone."

"Oh, shut up, Simon," Clary said crossly. "I know what you mean."

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pg. 474: 
"Do you think it was a coincidence?"

"I don't believe in coincidences," he said.

"Neither do I."

"But I do have to admit," Simon added, "coincidence or not, it turned out to be a fortuitous occurrence."

"The Fortuitous Occurrences," said Clary. "Now there's a band name for you."

"It's better than most of the ones we've come up with," Simon admitted.

"You bet."