“You wanna fight?" I asked.He looked up at me and, for just a second, hesitated, then said, "Yeah. I do.""Well, I'll save you the trouble. You win.”

“Well, Bud," he said, looking at me, "I'll be damned if you don't go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? Burn houses?”

“Hey, Angelo?""What?""You wanna hang out some time?""You Think I got nothin' better to do?""It was just a thought, never mind.""Yeah""Yeah, what?""Yeah I wanna hang out some time, see you tomorrow Zach”

“Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon...and I'll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it.Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?What will you do? Mormont asked. Bastard as you are?Be troubled, said Jon, and keep my vows.”

“You went to all that trouble just for my body?" I said, amazed and so grateful.Reyn looked up, irritation on his face. "Yeah. We were going to have you stuffed, as an example to future students."I grinned, "You could put me on wheels, move me from room to room.”

“Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead.""I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face."And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."Simon, Clary, and Jace, pg. 115”