"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?"
"We?"Simon looked at him in disbelief. "Are you ever going home?""What, bored with my company already?" "Let me ask you something,"Simon said. "Do you find me fascinating to be around?""What was that?"Jace said. "Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying."
"His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city, and all it's lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world."
"It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense."
"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?"
"And now,"Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum."