Yech," said Simon. "Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.

I am not the one of us who has no heart.

When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.

The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she'd known in middle school who'd wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.

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.

All Lightwoods look the same to me—

Unfortunatley, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains my self.