I don’t think Will Herondale and a sense of responsibility are even on speaking terms

Like letting spiders live because they eat mosquitoes, Clary thought. "So they're good enough to let live, good enough to make your food for you, good enough to flirt with-but not really good enough? I mean, not as good as people.

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

What would you prefer? 'What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers….

The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love."— Madame Dorothea

Isabelle's clothes looked ridiculous. Clary had to roll the legs on the jeans up several times before she stopped tripping on them, and the plunging neckline of the red tank top only emphasized her lack of what Eric would have called a "rack.

Wo men shi jie bai xiong di-we are more than brothers, Will.