“You understand my music.”

“If you lay one hand on Simon, vampire, I'll have you chopped up into tiny pieces and fed to my cat. Understand?”

“I don't understand." "How can you not understand?" He pointed at her books. "You read novels. Obviously, I'm here to rescue you. Don't I look like Sir Galahad? ... My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure - " Something echoed, far away inside the house - the sound of a door slamming. Will said a word Sir Galahad would never have said, and sprang away from the window.”

“How can you not understand?" He pointed at her books. "You read novels. Obviously, I'm here to rescue you. Don't I look like Sir Galahad?" He raised his arms dramatically. "My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure---”

“No one understands what you feel but me, and no one understands what I feel but you, so can we not feel together?”

“I do not understand how you humans can walk in shoes that are that tall.”“Its my motto,” said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. “Nothing less than seven inches.”

“Everyone knows that quote because of the Doors." Jace looked at her blankly."The Doors. They were a band.""If you say so," he said."I suppose you don't have much time for enjoying music," Clary said, thinking of Simon, for whom music was his entire life, "in your line of work."He shrugged. "Maybe the occasional wailing chorus of the damned.”