My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."

"I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners."Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray."

"If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood."

"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."

"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."