"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."
"What do you want?""Just coffee. Black - like my soul."
"Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited."
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."
"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."
"I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things.""I like anyone killing things, especially me."he said with a smile."