But it was Valentine. I saw him. In fact, he had the Sword with him when he came down to the cells and taunted me through the bars. It was like a bad movie, except he didn't actually twirl his mustache. - Jace Wayland

Do not think I do not know that Cecily wants you to return home with her. And do not think I do not know that you remain for Jem's sake." "And yours," he said before he could stop himself.

How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.

But Clary never found out what it wasn't, because there was a cry of "Jace!" and Alec appeared, breathless from pushing his way through the crowd to get them. His dark hair was a mess and there was blood on his clothes, but his eyes were bright with a mixture of relief and anger. He grabbed Jace by the front of his jacket. "What happened to you?" Jace looked affronted. "What happened to me?" Alec looked at him, not lightly. "You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?" Jace suggested.

She jerked hastily back to avoid stepping on it, and her shoulder bumped his--he put a hand out to steady her, just as she turned to apologize and then she was somehow in the circle of his arm and he was kissing her.

The funny thing about mundies is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means.

Jace wasn’t exactly prone to random fits of panic