When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works.

Will nodded slowly, then looked up at tha black sky. "The stars", he said. "I have never seen them so bright. The wind has blown off the fog, I think." Magnus thought of the joy on Will's face as he had stood bleeding in Camille's living room, clutching the demon tooth in his hand. Somehow I don't think it's the stars that have changed.

He looked back at her, and when she saw the look on his face, she saw his eyes at Renwick’s, when he had watched the Portal that separated him from his home shatter into a thousand irretrievable pieces. He held her gaze for a split second, then looked away from her, the muscles in his throat working.

Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.

Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious.

It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand.

I guess it’s true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches." "That’s atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.