Clary wondered how many boyfriends she'd turned into rats by accident. -Clary to Isabelle, pg.245-

Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to.

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

If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises? -Clary, pg.239-

When the fey were worried, it was time to panic.

I am one of the Clave. It's in my blood and bones. So tell me, if you're so sure this wasn't my fault, why is it that the first thought in my mind when I saw Abbadon wasn't for my fellow warriors but for you?" His other hand came up; he was holding her face, prisoned between his palms. "I know-I knew-Alec wasn't acting like himself. I knew something was wrong. But all I could think about was you.

i would say it was nice to meet you, but the fact is it wasnt. in fact, it was quite awkward.