Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of - " He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know." "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you." "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.

OR am I the only warlock you know?" "No... but you are the only warlock we know who happens to dating a friend of ours.

Jem cried out with all his remaining strength. You cannot go where I am going! Nor would I want that for you!

I'm always so glad I have no idea what you're vacantly chatting about," said Jace. It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.

I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.

If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?

There is no one religion, no one truth and no myth lacks meaning