Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now.""That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.

Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex.""At least you know he's still available.

I was hoping they'd put up flyers like they do for lost cats," he said. "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff.

I’m worried about Isabelle.”“I’m pretty sure Isabelle can take care of herself.”“You don’t know her, Simon. I mean, not anymore.

There will always be those who want to tell you who you are based on your name or the blood in your veins. Do not let other people decide who you are. Decide for yourself.

I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff?""I was born amazing" Jace stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingertips, lightly but enough to make her shiver.

What would you give someone who likes to play the piano?”“A piano.”“Simon.”“A really huge metronome that could also double as a weapon?

Do you think she’ll catch him before he gets to the hall?”“My mom’s spent her whole life chasing me around,” Clary said. “She moves fast.

And tell them what?" Jace said witheringly. "That invisible people are bothering you? Trust me, little girl, the police aren't going to arrest someone they can't see

Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression."Are you all right?" Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing.

Beautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.

It's her ability as an artist to see possibility where others see a blank page and, by extension, to see victory where others see certain defeat that truly empowers her...

There’s more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words. They say faeries can’t lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor —

I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer.""I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian.

Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?''Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora.''So your inner vampire is Magnus?