Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead." "Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.

Everyone knows that quote because of the Doors." Jace looked at her blankly. "The Doors. They were a band." "If you say so," he said. "I suppose you don't have much time for enjoying music," Clary said, thinking of Simon, for whom music was his entire life, "in your line of work." He shrugged. "Maybe the occasional wailing chorus of the damned.

Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.

she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.

No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.

What is Aldous capable of?" "Aldous is two thousands years old. He's capable of anything." "Aldous Nix is two thousands years old?" "So, I've heard. He doesn't invite me to his birthday parties.

Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad