“It was you, you who brought me the pardon. Pee on me, won't you. It would be like benediction. O, what a sleepwalker I have been!”

“I won't ask you to tell me who has spoken ill of me, but I would like to know who has spoken favorably.”

“Pardon me, but there’s someone on the phone who says they have a call for you.”There’s a call to tell me I have a call?” he asked with heavy skepticism.”

“What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?"Clary was very glad she had put her cup down, because if she hadn't, she would have dropped it.Sebastian was looking at her not with any shyness or the sort of natural awkwardness that might be attendant on such a bizarre question, but as if she were a curious, foreign life-form."Well," she said. "You're my brother. I would have loved you. I would have...had to.”

“What did one say to a stalker? Um, pardon me, Mr.Stalker, but could you, like, not?”

“Fearless love looks like this: I don't care what you think of me, there is a God in heaven who loves you so much that you won't care who I am; by the time you meet Him.”