Clary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.

It was only recently that Isabelle had realized other girls weren’t just for envying, avoiding, or disliking.

There is more to life than surviving.

And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt. It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessamine lowered her hand from her mouth, her face still very pale. "Goodness, my nose is enormous," she exclaimed. "Why didn't anyone tell me?

What is one person's pleasure is another's poison.

Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.

Oh dear," said Jace..."I hope that wasn't anything important." "It was a sleeping potion," she said angrily, toeing the vial with the tip of a sneaker. "And now it's gone." "If only Simon were here. He could bore you to sleep.