“Jace wasn’t exactly prone to random fits of panic”

“Jesus," said Clary."I doubt he'd fit (in the wooden box).""Jace." Clary was apalled.-Clary & Jace, pg.255-”

“I wasn’t exactly a stranger to feeling like a princess—if you meant the princess in the first half of the fairy tale. Cinderella as a scullery maid. Snow White with the wicked stepmother. But I wasn’t used to what life was like after you meet the prince, after the slipper fits, after the kiss wakes you from your slumber. It would take some getting used to.”

“Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits and coughs and starts and random collisions.”

“You invited him into bed?" Simon demanded, looking shaken. "Ridiculous, isn't it?" said Jace. "We would never have all fit.”

“Happiness depends on one being exactly fitted to the nature of one's work.”