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

Isabelle: Do you want some soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do you think Hodge will want some soup? Jace: No one wants soup Simon: I want some soup! Jace: No, you don't. You just want to sleep with Isabelle

Then I lost him for a brief period of time, and by the time I caught up with him, he had wandered into Hyde Park, waded into the Serpetine, spread his arms wide, and was shouting, 'Ducks, embrace me as your king!

The measure of love is to love without measure. - attributed to Saint Augustine

He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. “You want to tell me what this is?” he demanded. “It’s a door, Jace,” said Clary.

I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.