“Love makes you a liar.”

“Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.”

“Funny isn’t it?” said Sebastian. “The lies good people tell. He’ll probably make you eggs every day for the rest of your life now, and you’ll choke them down because you can’t tell him you don’t like them.” Clary thought of the Seelie Queen. “Love makes liars of us all?”

“Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.”

“I prefer to think that I'm liar in a way that's uniquely my own." (Jace)”

“Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?"Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.”

“Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.”