As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.

I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he’s doddering off to the grave.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.' Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.' Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.

And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.

Aline: "He's cute, for a Downworlder" Sebastian: "You'll have to forgive her; she has the face of an angel and the manners of a Moloch demon

I know there are monsters on this earth,' said Tessa. 'You cannot tell me otherwise. I have seen them.