Please tell me you did not bring me out here so you could tell me a very boring story about your sister.

Samuel! Are you alright?" A vision of Samuel being brained by the falling bars rose up before Simon's eyes. Samuel's voice rose to a scream. "GO AWAY!" Simon looked sideways at Jace. "I think he means it." Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?

I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

For a moment Clary thought she might fall; she felt as if something essential had been torn away from her, an arm or a leg, and she stared at Jace in blank astonishment-- what did he feel, did he feel nothing? She didn't think she could bear it if he felt nothing.

The best lies are based on the truth, at least in part

Clary: "Aren't they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?"

Normal people dont generally find their homes ransacked by demons.