He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too

Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired. “No!” “No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.

What are all these?" Clary asked. "Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades," Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, "electrum wire - not much use at the moment but it's always good to have spares - silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-" "Jesus," said Clary "I doubt he'd fit." "Jace." Clary was appalled.

Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.

He remembered Simon warning him, with wryness, that Clary had the nuclear bomb of boyfriends.

My hair is naturally blonde... Just for the record. ~ Jace

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