Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

"If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which."

"Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?""No"Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons."

"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 so confused all my life."

"Have you tried talking to her?""No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?"

"If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you.""Who's Magnus?"Max inquired."He's a warlock,"said Alec."A sexy, sexy warlock,"Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury."But warlocks are bad,"protested Max, looking baffled."Exactly,"said Isabelle."

"In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did."

"Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him."

"Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?"

"I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life."

"molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, iz? jace asked. i'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the accords."

"I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”“Don’t be sexist.”“Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish."

"People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters."

"i told you he'd freak out, she siad. didn't i?ah, the i told you so, jace said. always a classy move"

"Look, did you ask me to come all the way uptown just so you could stare at me like I was something in a petri dish? Next time I'll send you a photo.""And I'll frame it and put it on my nightstand,"said Jace."

"You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones"

"I am a man, and men do not drink pink drinks. Now, be gone, woman, and fetch me something brown."Jace said. "Brown?"said Isabelle."Yes. Brown. It's a manly color. See? Alec is wearing it."Jace said."Well, it was black but it faded."Alec said."Well, I can always fix it up with something sparkly,"Magnus said, holding a sparkley headband. "Resist the urge, Alec, resist the urge."Simon said."

"Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?"Simon raised his eyebrow in response."Well, aside from mine of course,"Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic."

"No."Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."

"She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war."

"I am a man"he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown."