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

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

“Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead." "Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.”

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

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

“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-”

“Bright star,” Magnus said, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he were remembering something, or someone. “Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most, Will. I will not ever forget you.”