“Just coffee. Black—like my soul.”

“What do you want?""Just coffee. Black - like my soul.”

“I brought you some coffee.” he held out the cup but she waved it away.“I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet.”At that he smiled. “How would you know what feet taste like?”“I just know.”-Luke and Clary, pg.209-”

“Alec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like "ducking glass mole.”

“It's a coffee cup."She could hear the irritation in her own voice. "I know it's a coffee cup.""I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram.”

“Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.”

“It doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary.”