“Not everyone wants you all the time, Jace," he said."Don't be ridiculous.”

“He glanced furtively up and down the hallway. "Hodge too. Everyone wants to talk to me. Except you, I bet you don't want to talk to me," said Jace."No," said Clary. "I want to eat. I'm starving.”

“He wont have to worry about you spilling his secrets.”“Yeah,” Jace said, “he‘s terrified I‘ll tell everyone that he‘s always really wanted to be a ballerina.”-Inquisitor & Jace about Valentine, pg.123-”

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

“How awfully convenient for you, regardless. And for him. He won't have to worry about you spilling his secrets.""Yeah," Jace said. "He's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always wanted to be a ballerina.”

“Well I'm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I'd rather stay down here and rot.""Forever?" said Simon. "Forever is an awfully long time."Jace raised his eyebrows, "I knew it," he said, "you want to kiss me, don't you?"Simon threw his hands up in exasperation. "Of course not but if-""I guess it's true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches.""That's atheists jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.”