“I don't see how Clary is something we have in common,' Simon said, although he did. Nevertheless, this wasn't a conversation he particularly wanted to have with Jace now, or, in fact, ever. Wasn't there some sort of manly code that precluded discussions like this--discussions about feelings?”

“Actually," Clary said, "I think he stayed because of me."Jace's glaze flicked up to hers with a flash of gold. "Because of you? Hoping for another hot date, was he?"Clary felt herself flush. "No. And our date wasn't hot. In fact, it wasn't even a date. Anyway, that's not the point. When he came into the Hall, he kept trying to get me to go outside with him so we could talk. He wanted something from me. I just don't know what.""Or maybe he just wanted you," Jace said. Seeing Clary's expression, he added, "Not that way. I mean maybe he wanted to bring you to Valentine.”

“Clary: Now that I'm in your mind, want to see some mental pictures of Jace?Simon: I heard that and NO... You've seen him naked?Clary: Well not entirely but-Simon: Enough”

“Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.'Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.'Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.”

“Yes," Jace said, "I regret having disobeyed you."No! Clary thought, but her heart sank. Was he giving up, did he think it was the only way to save her and Simon?Valentine's face softened. "Jonathan-""Especially," Jace said, "since I plan to do it again. Right now.”

“Is there some particular reason that you're here?" ..."Not this again.""Not what again?" said Clary."Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.”