"Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression."Are you all right?"Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing."
"Every time I annoy him he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house."Simon pointed at Jace."
"Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you."
"Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray"
"I don't want to be a man,"said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.""Well,"said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job."
"I don't do what I'm told, but I might do what you want if you ask me nicely."