Wait." Clary was suddenly nervous. "The melted metal-it could be, like, toxic or something." Maia snorted. "I'm from New Jersey. I born in toxic sludge.

But am I clever and right or clever and wrong?

Seeing through glamour is easy. It's people that are hard.

To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.

The missing stairs baffled Clary. What did vampires have against stairs? -Clary, pg.266-

In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.

Not everyone wants you all the time, Jace," he said. "Don't be ridiculous.