Oooh, that was fun." "That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means." Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade." "It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around.

How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.

You know,” Cecily said, “you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window.

I let them think I did that" said Jace "My reign of terror continues

Not everything Jace did was insane and suicidal, she reminded herself. It just seemed that way. -Clary, pg.46-

Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.

Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? Because I do.