“Please,” Jace said, and though his voice was flat and he spoke quietly, Clary could almost feel, like a palpable thing, the pride he’d had to fight down to say that single word.
Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar.
“It is odd,” he reflected. “I would have thought you would seem different now that you are in disgrace with the Clave. No longer their favored son. I thought some of the arrogance might have been beaten out of you. But you are just the same.”
“I believe in consistency,”Jace said.
–Raphael to Jace
“Clary?” Valentine sounded mildly surprised. “Is that what you saw?”
“Why wouldn’t it be what I saw?”
–Valentine and Jace
“The harm is not deliberate, of course. But you are like me. We poison and destroy everything we love. There is a reason for that.”
“Fate is never fair. You are caught in a current much stronger than you are Jonathan; struggle against it and you’ll drown not just yourself but those that try to save you. Swim with it and you’ll survive.”
Magnus winked at her. “I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.”
As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?
“You might want to lie down,” Magnus advised. “I find that helps when the crushing sense of realization sinks in.”
–Magnus to Maia
“Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you’ve already had sex, it was great, and now you’re just friends- even though you want more. Drives girls crazy. You know what I mean?”
Yes, Clary thought. “No,” She said.
–Maia to Clary
Who are you, To think you can speak the language of heaven?
“Because,” Clary said with grim certainty. “Only Jace can piss someone off that much.”
–Clary to Luke