“That buy is totally cracked out," Vic said one day, as we walked past Balthazar in the great hall.I don't think he's on alything."I didn't mean, for real. If he was cracked out for real, he'd probably be having more fun, right?" Vic shrugged. "Balty looks like he's not having any fun. He looks like he never had any. Like he wouldn't know fun if it started dancing around yelling 'I'm fun' in his face.”

“Puck rushed into the kitchen. He looked as if he had just gotten off a roller coaster. "That was awesome!" he cried. "The arrow coming out is totally more fun to watch going in.”

“I don't know if you can empathize, but it hurts when someone you love dumps you.""You're joking, right?" said Chuck. "How do you think I wound up in the pound? At least grid boy didn't try to have you gassed. I still don't know what I did to those people. Or why you like that grid asshole so much.""He's not only an asshole," I said, sorry to have to defend him. "At first he was smart and sexy and fun.""How was he fun?" said Chuck. "Did he play ball? No. Did he bring meaty snacks? No. And he made such a big fucking deal when I drooled on his pants. How much fun was that?”

“He never thought about what people cared of him, otherwise he wouldn't have had nearly all the fun he did in his life.”

“It was just that he was fun in such an exhausting way because, being in advertising, he always wanted you to know how much fun he was having and where he had got his jacket from.”

“But how do they get inside?""They fly," Jace said, and indicated the upper floors of the building.[...]"We don't fly," Clary felt impelled to point out."No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter." He started across the street toward the hotel."Flying sounds like more fun," Clary said, hurrying to catch up with him."Right now everything sounds like more fun.”