“Jace reached up to unzip his jacket.Simon-I dont care how hungry I am, I am not going to drink your blood again.Jace-Like I would let you.”

“What have you done to my cat?" Magnus demanded... "You drank his blood, didn't you? You said you weren't hungry!"Simon was indignant. "I did not drink his blood. He's fine!" He poked the Chairman in the stomach. The cat yawned. "Second, you asked me if I was hungry when you were ordering pizza, so I said no, because I can't eat pizza. I was being polite.""That doesn't get you the right to eat my cat.""Your cat is fine!" Simon reached to pick up the tabby, who jumped indignantly to his feet and stalked off the table. "See?""Whatever.”

“I may be a killer," Jace said, "but I know what I am. Can you say the same?”

“Jem cried out with all his remaining strength. You cannot go where I am going! Nor would I want that for you!”

“Magnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike profile. "Blood," he said, half to himself. "I had a dream two nights ago. I saw a city all of blood, with towers made of bone, and blood ran in the streets like water."Simon slewed his eyes over to Jace. "Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?""No," said Jace, "sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.”

“Enormous? Did you just call me FAT? I am not fat. - Jace”

“I didn't get this dressed up to watch you mess around in the gutter with a bunch of motorcycles.""They are pretty to look at," said Jace. "You have to admit that.""So am I," said Isabelle.”