To lose an arm or a leg would be painful, but to lose the central truth of your life felt—fatal.

It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.

Yes, Consul. The next time one of our esteemed members turns into a worm and eats another esteemed member, we will inform you immediately.

Since I've met you, everything I've done has been in part because of you. I can't untie myself from you, Clary- not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don't want to." ~Jace Wayland

Clary didn't ask what that was. She was busy trying not to fall over. The ground was heaving up and down under her feet. "Jace," she said, and crumpled into him. He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it every day. Maybe he did.

I think I’m better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?