"Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?"Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt."
"Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you."
"As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?"
"How awfully convenient for you, regardless. And for him. He won't have to worry about you spilling his secrets.""Yeah,"Jace said. "He's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always wanted to be a ballerina."
"I can only assume,"said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own."
"Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck."