"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."
"Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know."
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
"Your friend's poetry is terrible,"he said.Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?""I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random."
"The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."