Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. “Clary-“ “She said she doesn’t want it,” said Simon. “Ha-ha.” “Ha-ha?” Jace looked incredulous. “That’s your comeback?

One finds nobility in the oddest places.

I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you're surrounded by people who love you, can't you?

And you don't care that I'm your brother," he said. "I know how you felt about Jace, even when you thought he was your brother. You can't lie to me." "Jace is better than you." "No one's better than me.

I would leave at once, but it would be cruel to abandon a lady in a foreign land with a maniac.

By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?