He remembered Simon warning him, with wryness, that Clary had the nuclear bomb of boyfriends.

Jace wasn’t exactly prone to random fits of panic

I'm not so sure about this wind and howling darkness business," Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?

But I think it has to do with what you believe about yourself. If you believe you're damned, then you are. But if you don't...

You have a dark heart in you, Valentine's daughter.

It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

I don't care who her mother is," Magnus said. "You can't see me with out an appointment. Come back later. Next March would be good," "March?" Sebastian looked horrified. "You're right," Magnus said, "Too rainy. How about June?