“A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-'He waved a hand. 'Faeries. I know.' 'I was going to say muggers,' said Clary. 'Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.”

“Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-"He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know.""I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.""That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.”

“I have never seen a newspaper headline where those in spirit, without physical bodies, carried out evil deeds like a mugger in a parking lot.”

“People so seldom say I love you And then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to.”

“You're barely even wearing a shirt! What are you going to do if a mugger jumps out at you, flash them?”

“It's too late," she said."Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.”