Cassandra Clare Quote

I don't hate you, Jace.I don't hate you, either.She looked up at him, relieved. I'm glad to hear that—I wish I could hate you, he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I think I do hate you and then I see you and I—Her hands had grown numb with their grip on the blanket. And you what?What do you think? Jace shook his head. Why should I tell you everythingabout how I feel when you never tell me anything? It's like banging my head on awall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.Clary's lips were trembling so violently that she found it hard to speak. Do you think it's easy for me? she demanded.