Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle’s head.

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.

Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same.

She saw Valentine's eyes as the sword hurtled toward her; it seemed like eons, though it could only have been a split second. She saw that he could stop the blow if he wanted. Saw that he knew it might well strike her if he didn't. Saw that he was going to do it anyway.

I want what you want. Whenever you want it.

You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" "My brother always says curiosity is my besetting sin.

Its three in the morning,' she noted with dismay. 'Do you think Simon’s all right?' 'I think he‘s weird, actually,' said Jace. 'Though that has little to do with time.