"Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?"asked Jace."It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath.""As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome,"said Simon."I knew we should have left you a rat."
"Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission.""Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay,"Clary muttered."Selling them on what?"Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power."
"If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood."
"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."
"A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?"
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."