With Jace, you don't really get to choose your insulting nickname.

It is hard to think of something as a gift when you have been tormented and imprisoned for it.

Do not make the mistake of believing that he does not love you because he plays at not caring.

He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.

As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy London air, and remembered another night, a night of ghosts and snow and Christmas music, and Will standing on the steps of the Institute, watching Magnus as he went.

Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.' Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.' Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.

Lawful good to lawful evil!" said Simon, pleased. "He's quoting Dungeons and Dragons," said Clary. "Ignore him.