“Jace pulled two razor-edged spinning disks out from under the bed. They were covered in gray cat hair. He blew on them scattering fur. “Chakhrams. Cool. Especially if I meet any demons with serious dander allergies.”Isabelle thwacked him with the bra.~pg. 331~”

“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-”

“Clothes were scattered across the floor in piles, a duffel bag open on the floor as if it had exploded. Isabelle's bright silver-gold whip hung from one bedpost, a lacy white bra from another. Simon averted his eyes. The curtains were drawn, the lamps extinguished.Isabelle flopped down on the edge of the bed and looked at him with bitter amusement. "A blushing vampire. Who would have guessed.”

“He picks up his dates in a van? No wonder he‘s such a hit with the ladies.”-Jace about Simon, pg. 331-”

“What happened to my clothes?""They were covered in blood and poison. Jace burned them.""Did he?" asked Clary. "Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?""Oh, he's rude to everyone," said Isabelle airily. "It's what makes him so damn sexy. That, and he's killed more demons than anyone else his age”

“I got him a cool gift. I got him a pack of razors, and a really furry dead cat.”