Oh, its big enough,” he said patronizingly, “but somehow I was expecting…you know.” He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat. “It’s the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl,” said Isabelle. -Jace & Isabelle, pg.349-

Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.

What happened to you?” Jace looked affronted. “What happened to me?” Alec shook him, not lightly. “You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?” “A long one?” Jace suggested.

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?

We don't require luck," said Will, "we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?

What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?