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

“In the morning, when she wishes me to wake, she crouches on my chest, and pats my face with her paw. Or, if I am on my side, she crouches looking into my face. Soft, soft touches of her paw. I open my eyes, say I don't want to wake. I close my eyes. Cat gently pats my eyelids. Cat licks my nose. Cat starts purring, two inches from my face. Cat, then, as I lie pretending to be asleep, delicately bites my nose. I laugh and sit up. At which she bounds off my bed and streaks downstairs -- to have the back door opened if it is winter, to be fed, if it is summer.”

“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-”

“Cats will amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw.”