She took out a shiny folded pamphlet, the kind they kept stacked in clear plastic stands in hospital waiting rooms. “How to Come Out to Your Parents,” she read out loud. “LUKE. Don’t be ridiculous....

You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?””A long one?

I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.

I should have warned her about your habit of never doing what you’re told.” Jace squinted at her. “Are those Isabelle’s clothes? They look ridiculous on you.” “I could point out that you burned my...

It doesnt hurt.” “But my eyes do,” said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn’t heard him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon’s shirt...

Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you’ve already had sex, it was great, and now you’re just...

Heroes aren’t always the ones who win. They’re the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don’t give up. That’s what makes them heroes.

Hotter than me? –Jace

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

We had and incident. I took care of it.””Really.” Jace’s voice dripped sarcasm. “Do you even know how to use that knife, Clarissa? Without poking a hole in yourself or any innocent bystanders?

Don’t order any of the faerie food,” said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. “It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you’re munching a faerie plum, the next...

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you’d have died in childhood.

Clary wasn’t sure what she’d expected -exclamations of delight, perhaps a smattering of applause. Instead there was silence, broken only when Jace said, “Somehow, I thought it would be bigger.”Clary looked at the Cup in...

It was strange to become a vampire ,to be presented with what could only be described as an eternal life, and then to die anyway when you’re sixteen.

…; Clary saw the group of lycanthropes look up, alert as a group of hunting dogs senting game. She turned- And saw Luke, tired and bloodstained, coming through the double doors of the Hall. She...

Clary was trying not to think about the fact that it had been three days since she’d seen Magnus, and he’d sent no word at all. Or the fact that there was really nothing stopping...

Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. “Filthy inside and out.

Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love..

Enormous? Did you just call me FAT? I am not fat. – Jace

Usually I’m remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn’t end in y.

And when I saw him[my father] lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn’t stopped believing in God. I’d just stopped believing God cared. There might be a...

It’s a girl,” Jace said, recovering his composure. “Surely you’ve seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.

Yech,” said Simon.”Don’t ‘yech’ me. You’re the one with the magical spit.

He knew Alec enough by now to know the conflicting impulses that warred in him. He was conscientious, the kind of person who believed that the others around him were so much more important than...

Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it’s you, and I realize now that I won’t be anymore ready to...

He’s not my warlock.

Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead....

The Law is hard, but it is the Law.

I was thinking about the first time I ever saw you,” he said, “and how after that I couldn’t forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn’t stop myself. I forced Hodge to let me...

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn’t feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything–an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things weren’t in the power of angels to...

If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat,” Jace muttered.Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. “What did you say?”Jace edged toward the fridge. “I said I’m going to look for a snack to...

Jordan leaned on the counter. He felt a little like a bartender in a TV show, dispensing sage advice. “What do you owe her?””Life,” Isabelle said.Jordan blinked. This was a little beyond his bartending and...

You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.

Chairmen Meow deserves me every effort.

But-” Maia, still looking at Alec and Magnus, broke off and rasied her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at – and stared.Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him...

Raphael’s hand tightened on the hilt of the knife. His knuckles were white. He spoke to Magnus. “I have no soul,” he said. “But I made you a promise on my mother’s doorstep, and she...

It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.

You don’t get it, Clary. You don’t understand what it’s like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it’s not your fault. It’s just how you were brought...

Clary stopped dead in her tracks. “Simon?””Oh, God,” said Jace, sounding resigned. “And here I’d actually hoped I’d got hold of something interesting.” -Clary and Jace pg. 114

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.

I hate Brooklyn.

Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .

We Shadowhunters, we put ourselves in danger, every hour, every day. I think sometimes we are reckless with our hearts the way we are with our lives. When we give them away, we give every...

I guess it’s true what they say,” observed Jace. “There are no straight men in the trenches.””That’s atheists, jackass,” said Simon furiously. “There are no atheists in the trenches.

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.

We can buy you one of those books they have for little kids ‘Timmy Has Two Dads’. Except I don’t think they have one called ‘Timmy Has Two Dads and One of Them Was Evil’....