“Thanks, tripod," Eric said...."Tripod?" Jace asked. "As hung as you are, you practically have three legs.”

“I am a leg of the death tripod that will destroy our foes.”

“Wait,do you need to ask Fozzie if thats okay? I don't want to intrude, you know.""No, it was actually his idea to ask you," Eric replied."Well thanks, Fozzie," I said, looking up at the sky.”

“And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”

“How is Eric?''Very tightly wound. Plus, a lot of stuff happened that he'll tell you about.''Thanks for the warning. I'll go to the house now. You're my favorite breather.''Oh. Well ... great.'She hung up.”

“Not everything, Jace, is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you have to admit that the majority of things are.”