[Will Herondale] would say he knew a warlock who was a better friend, and more worth trusting, than many a nephilim warrior.

I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.

There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.

He saved your life,” Clary pointed out. “Details,” said Simon dismissively.

I would have given it up--all of it up--to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder--a reminder of everything I am losting. The Life I will not have.

She jerked hastily back to avoid stepping on it, and her shoulder bumped his--he put a hand out to steady her, just as she turned to apologize and then she was somehow in the circle of his arm and he was kissing her.

If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises? -Clary, pg.239-