You're killing me because you want me to give a message to God for you?" Jace shook his head, the point of the blade scraping across his throat. "You're crazier than I thought

Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" asked Simon."No," Jace said. "Sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.

The thing about the Mirror is that no one knows where it is. In fact, no one knows what it is.”"It’s a mirror,” Simon said. “You know – reflective, glass. I’m just assuming.

Ugh," he said after a few swallows. "Dead blood." Jace's eyebrows went up. " Isn't all blood dead?" "The longer the animal whose blood I'm drinking has been dead, the worse the blood tastes," Simon explained. "Fresh is better." "But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his own eyebrows in response. "Well, aside from mine, of course," Jace said. "And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic.

Hello?" Isabelle called from the other side. "Simon, is your diva moment over? I need to talk to Jace.

Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.

Interesting" he said. "You know, Simon never mentioned that his roommate was a werewolf.

I like Clary," he said simply. "She always tries to do what's right, and she never lets anyone else tell her what right is. She reminds my parabatai that he wants to live. Occasionally I wish she'd take fewer mad risks, but if I hated reckless crazy-brave people, I'd hate...""Let me guess," said Simon. "His name rhymes with Face Herringfail."Alec laughed and Simon mentally congratulated himself.

Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait.""I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. No wonder I've been confused all my life." "'Confused is a nice word for it," said Jace