What about Isabelle?" Simon asked. "Where is she?" The humor, such as it was, left Jace's expression. "She won't come out of her room," he said. "She thinks that what happened to Max was her fault. She won't even come to the funeral." "Have you tried talking to her?" "No," Jace said, "we've been punching her repeatedly in the face instead. Why, do you think that won't work?" "Just thought I'd ask." Simon's tone was mild.

I don’t know why I ever helped you.” “Because you like broken things.

You’re attacking that one like a wolverine.

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?

I do not know two finer people and could not imagine better news. May your lives together be happy and long. Congratulations, brother.

Jace suggested that the cast of "Gilligan's Island" could go do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.

They both believed in her even when she didn’t believe in herself.