I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?

He was gazing at her, the way one did when one felt one was unobserved. He had that look on his face, the look he usually got only when he was playing the violin, as if he were completely caught up and entranced.

How are you feeling?" "Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater." -Clary & Simon, pg.297-

Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to Clary. What are you punishing yourself for? You can't help how you feel.

It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)

Clary: What are you doing here, anyway? Jace: 'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater metaethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but- Clary: I'm going to bed.