Have a little faith.

There she is." Alec spotted his sister and waved her over, looking relieved. "Over here. And watch out for the phouka.""Watch out for the phouka?" Jace repeated, glancing toward a thin brown-skinned man in a green paisley vest who eyed Isabelle thoughtfully as she walked by."He pinched me when I passed him earlier," Alec said stiffly. "In a highly personal area.""I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sister's.

I have a large pain threshold. In fact, it's less than a threshold and more like a tastefully decorated foyer." ~ Jace Wayland

I've never felt so... light.

Drive like hell was following you." - Jace Wayland

I don’t understand what makes them come out like that!”“Hunger,” said Jem. “Were you thinking about blood?”“No.”“Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired.“No!"“No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.

I don't remember everything," he said."Not yet. But I remember you."He brought her hand up, touched the gold ring on her right index finger, the Fair Folk metal warm to the touch."Clary," he said."You're Clary. You're my best friend.

She showed him her finger—just one of them.

How did you jump off the cathedral roof and not die?" - Clary Fray