“I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. "Faeries have no sense of humor.""Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not," he added, "that I have ever been there.”

“It's my motto," said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. 'Nothing less than seven inches.'Meliorn gazed at her stonily.'I'm talking about my heels,' she said. " It's a pun. You know? A play on-""Come," the faerie knight said. "The Queen will be growing impatient." He headed down the corridor without giving Isabelle a second glance."I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. " Faeries have no sense of humor.""Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie night club called Hot Wings. Not," he added," that I have ever been there.”

“Isabelle waved a hand. "No need to worry, big brother. Nothing happened. Of course," she added as Alex's shoulders relaxed, "I was totally passed-out drunk, so he could really have done whatever he wanted and I wouldn't have woken up.""Oh, please," said Simon. "All I did was tell you the entire plot of Star Wars.""I don't think I remember that," said Isabelle, taking a cookie from the plate on the table."Oh, yeah? Who was Luke Skywalker's best childhood friend?""Biggs Darklighter," Isabelle said immediately, and then hit the table with the flat of her hand."That is so cheating!”

“And as for the Lightwoods," Simon said, "it's not that I like them that much. I mean, I like Isabelle, and I sort of like Alec and Jace, too. But there's this girl. And Jace is her brother."When Samuel replied, he sounded, for the first time genuinely amused. "Isn't there always a girl.”

“Dinnertime!" It was Isabelle, standing framed in the door of the library. She still had the spoon in her hand, though her hair had escaped from its bun and was straggling down her neck. "Sorry if I'm interrupting," she added, as an afterthought."Dear God," said Jace, "the dread hour is nigh."Hodge looked alarmed. "I—I—I had a very filling breakfast," he stammered. "I mean lunch. A filling lunch. I couldn't possibly eat—""I threw out the soup," Isabelle said. "And ordered Chinese from that place downtown."Jace unhitched himself from the desk and stretched. "Great. I'm starved.""I might be able to eat a bite," admitted Hodge meekly.”

“Isabelle took out her invitation and waved it like a white flag. "I have an invitation. These"—she indicated the rest of the group with a grand wave of her arm—"are my friends."Magnus plucked the invitation out of her hand and looked at it with fastidious distaste. "I must have been drunk," he said. He threw the door open. "Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests."Jace edged into the doorway, sizing up Magnus with his eyes. "Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?""Even then." Magnus's hand shot out, so fast it was barely a blur. He plucked the stele out of Jace's hand—Clary hadn't even realized he was holding it—and held it up. Jace looked faintly abashed. "As for this," Magnus said, sliding it into Jace's jeans pocket, "keep it in your pants, Shadowhunter.”

“Oh, its big enough,” he said patronizingly, “but somehow I was expecting…you know.” He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat.“It’s the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl,” said Isabelle.-Jace & Isabelle, pg.349-”