Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.

. . . pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it." - Jace Wayland

Clary squinted at it. 'Is it going to turn me into a rodent?''Where's the trust? I think it's strawberry juice,' Isabelle said. 'Anyway, it's yummy. Jace?' She offered him the glass.'I am a man,' he told her, 'and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.''Brown?' Isabelle made a face.'Brown is a manly color,' said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. 'In fact, look- Alec is wearing it.

Got caught in the rain, I see," - Isabelle Lightwood

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

They are pretty to look at," - Jace Wayland

Jace had thought he and Luke would be dead by now. He wasn't sure why they weren't.

-Quisiera- dijo, sin mirarla a ella sino al suelo- poder decir lo adecuado, hacer lo adecuado, para que fuera más fácil para ti. Sea lo que sea que quieras de mí, quiero hacerlo. Quiero estar aquí para ti de cualquier forma que sea la mejor para ti, Clary.

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh." - Jace Wayland