#most pointless

Jace: “Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath”

Clary: “It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath.”

Simon: “As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome.”

Jace: “I knew we should have left you a rat.”

And omg Jace is just so sdklfndsfjkndfkjndbfgbkjgfjdfkgbdfkjbgdfjkg. “Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?' Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself." ..."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.” 

Half of you aren't even reading this but I dont care. I just need to get all my love out. So I'm going to sit here and quote all my favourite parts, DEAL WITH IT. “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.” 

“... In fact, it wouldn't hurt if you just spent the next few days inside. You can lock yourself in your room like Isabelle." "I'm not gonna do that." "Of course your not," said Jace, "because you live to torture me, don't you?" "Not everything, Jace, is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you have to admit that the majority of things are." Clary resisted the urge to scream.”  

“What are you doing here, anyway?" "'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater metaethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but—" "I'm going back to bed." Clary reached for the doorknob. He slid nimbly between her and the door. "I'm here," he said, "because Hodge reminded me it was your birthday.” 

“You don't get to decide," she said, "where I go, or when." "I know." His voice was ragged. "I've always known that about you. I don't know why I had to fall in love with someone who's more stubborn than I am.” 

AND MY FAVORITE: "I told you I couldn't sleep. Tomorrow by midnight we'll be either at war, or under Valentines rule. This could be the last night of our lives, certainly the last even barely ordinary one. The last night we go to sleep and get up just as we always have, and all I could think is that I wanted to spend it with you." Her heart skipped a beat. "Jace--" "I don't mean it like that." He said. "I won't touch you, not if you don't want me to. I know it's wrong -- God its all kinds of wrong -- But I just want to lie down with you and wake up next to you, just once, just once ever in my life."