“When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw...”

“Sebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut. Clary stared at Jace. "What the f-""Language, Fray." Jace's eyes danced. "Relax.”

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

“Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. "My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."-Jace to Clary, pg.284-”

“Jace laughed, that soft rich sound Clary loved so much. "I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.”

“He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. “You want to tell me what this is?” he demanded.“It’s a door, Jace,” said Clary.”

“Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad”