“Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom.”

“The funny thing about mundies is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means.”

“It's my motto," said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. 'Nothing less than seven inches.'Meliorn gazed at her stonily.'I'm talking about my heels,' she said. " It's a pun. You know? A play on-""Come," the faerie knight said. "The Queen will be growing impatient." He headed down the corridor without giving Isabelle a second glance."I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. " Faeries have no sense of humor.""Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie night club called Hot Wings. Not," he added," that I have ever been there.”

“The funny thing about mundies," Jace said, to nobody in particular, "is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means."I know what it means," Clary snapped.No, you don't, you just think you do. Magic is a dark elemental force, not just a lot of sparkly wands and crystal balls and talking goldfish."I never said it was a lot of talking goldfish, you-"Jace waved a hand, cutting her off. "Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

“We needn't talk about Tessa if you don't want to, you know.""It's not Tessa." This was true. Will hadn't been thinking of Tessa. He was getting good at not thinking about her, really; all it took was determination and practice.”

“Jace is in love with the idea of dying,” said Isabelle.”

“All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?""No," said Jace."Do you think Hodge will want any soup?""No one wants any soup.""I want some soup," Simon said."No, you don't," said Jace. "You just want to sleep with Isabelle."Simon was appalled. "That is not true.""How flattering," Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking."Oh, yes it is," said Jace. "Go ahead and ask her—then she can turn you down and the rest of us can get on with our lives while you fester in miserable humiliation." He snapped his fingers. "Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.”