“It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.”

“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-”

“Clary wasn't sure what she'd expected -exclamations of delight, perhaps a smattering of applause. Instead there was silence, broken only when Jace said, "Somehow, I thought it would be bigger."Clary looked at the Cup in her hand. It was the size, perhaps, of an ordinary wineglass, only much heavier. Power thrummed through it, like blood through living veins. "It's a perfectly nice size," she said indignantly."Oh, it's big enough," he said patronizingly, "but somehow I was expecting something… 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.”

“I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.”

“But unlike you," said Jace, "there is nothing of hell in us.""You are mortal; you age; you die," the Queen said dismissively. "If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?”

“It's very advanced of you to have accepted my mortality so fatalistically.”

“But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering”