"If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don't want them to die of excitement."
"You know, some people think Shadowhunters are just myths. Like mummies and genies."Kyle grinned at Jace. "Can you grant wishes?""That depends,"he said. "Do you wish to be punched in the face?"
"You're the first Shadowhunter I've ever met."“That’s too bad,” said Jace, “since all the others you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown."
"Hearts are breakable,"Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before"."
"I love you, Clary,"he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the row of lighted candles, their fold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever--"He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?"
"But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it."