There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

You could give me the past,“ he said a little sadly. “But Alec is my future.

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.

The law is hard but it is the law.

Anyway, he's [Simon] obviously not here. Go back to what you were doing. What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say." And she [Isabelle] stalked off, back toward the bar. - City of Fallen Angels pg 188 hardcover

What about Isabelle?" Simon asked. "Where is she?" The humor, such as it was, left Jace's expression. "She won't come out of her room," he said. "She thinks that what happened to Max was her fault. She won't even come to the funeral." "Have you tried talking to her?" "No," Jace said, "we've been punching her repeatedly in the face instead. Why, do you think that won't work?" "Just thought I'd ask." Simon's tone was mild.

I would rather insult you than lose you, he said, and before any of them could make a move to stop him, he cast both items into the fire.