More quotes by Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

"The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed."
"It's not gray,"Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green.""If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood,"said Jace."
"Don't order any of the faerie food,"said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not,"he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me."
"Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
"How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me."