“He looked at me with serious eyes, but not the kind that made me wonder what I’d done wrong. The kind that made me wonder what I’d done right.”

“I read the title from the cover. ‘ ‘The joy of… crap.’ ‘ I read the rest of the full title of the thick, nondescript volume to myself and felt myself redden.Noah turned over on to his side and said with mock seriousness, ‘I have never read ‘The Joy Of Crap’. Sounds disgusting.’ I blushed deeper. ‘I have, however, read ‘The Joy Of Sex.’ ‘ He continued, a smile transforming his face. ‘Not in a while, but I think it’s one of those classics you can come back to again… and again.”

“Everyone claims to be okay with freedom of religion, but the moment you mention God there is a strange tension that fills the air. If there was a 6th sense, that would be it.”

“His mouth captured hers, trying to show her with his kiss what he was still learning to express in words. He loved her. He worshipped her. He’d walk across fire for her. He——still had the audience of her three brothers.Slowly breaking the kiss, he turned his face to the side. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were still standing in the foyer. Anthony was studying the ceiling, Benedict was pretending to inspect his fingernails, and Colin was staring quite shamelessly.”

“You know on TV when there’s one of those awkward, shocking moments and all you hear are the crickets in the background?Well chirp fucking chirp…this is one of those moments.”

“Okay,” I said. “Just a normal afternoon and two normal people.”She nodded. “And so…hypothetically, if these to people likes each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?””Oh…” I felt like one of Apollo’s sacred cows-slow, dumb, and bright red. “Um…”

“Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Jace shoot her a look of white rage – but when she glanced at him, he looked as he always did: easy, confident, slightly bored.”In future, Clarissa,” he said, “it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations.””You invited him into bed?” Simon demanded, looking shaken.”Ridiculous, isn’t it?” said Jace. “We would never have all fit.””I didn’t invite him into bed,” Clary snapped. “We were just kissing.””Just kissing?” Jace’s tone mocked her with its false hurt. “How swiftly you dismiss our love.”

“He shook his head, just looking at me. – “What?” I asked.- “Nothing” he said.- “Why are you looking at me like that?”Augustus half smiled. “Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.” A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: “I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything.”I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, “I`m not beau-“- “You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman.”- “Never seen it.”- “Really?” he asked. “Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell.”His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on – not, like, in real life.”

“When you’re socially awkward, you’re isolated more than usual, and when you’re isolated more than usual, your creativity is less compromised by what has already been said and done. All your hope in life starts to depend on your craft, so you try to perfect it. One reason I stay isolated more than the average person is to keep my creativity as fierce as possible. Being the odd one out may have its temporary disadvantages, but more importantly, it has its permanent advantages.”