I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. "Faeries have no sense of humor." "Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not," he added, "that I have ever been there.

Anyway, he's [Simon] obviously not here. Go back to what you were doing. What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say." And she [Isabelle] stalked off, back toward the bar. - City of Fallen Angels pg 188 hardcover

Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. "Filthy inside and out.

It was a very bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea he had ever heard. It was irresistible.

Break a leg up there, and I'll be down here hopefully breaking someone elses.

Clary wondered what exactly peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup tasted like.

Beautiful girls should know how to defend themselves against the advances of gentlemen.