"We don't fly. We break and enter"  [300x453]

"He's not a liar at all. Not about important things. He'll tell you horrible truths, but he won't lie." She paused before she added quietly: "That's why it's generally better not to ask him anything unless you know you can stand to hear the answer."

"If it's this short on me, how short must it be on you?" she mused aloud to Isabelle.

Isabelle grinned. "On me it's a shirt."

"If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace

"I wouldn't feel too sorry for him," Jace said. "That's probably the closest he's ever gotten to second base."

Jace looked as if he were about to say something rude, possibly about the turban, so Clary interrupted him.

"It's Simon. He's missing."

"Ah," said Magnus, delicately, "missing what, exactly?"

"Missing," Jace repeated, "as in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared."

"That's not a cat," he observed. "It's the size of a hamster."

"I am kindly going to forget you said that," said Magnus [300x529]

"Hey, pretty thing," he said. "What's in the bag?"

"Holy water," said Jace, reappearing beside her as if he'd been conjured up like a genie. A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude.

"Mostly extinct is NOT EXTINCT ENOUGH."

"I guess it's true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches."

"That's atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches."

 "It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234.'"

"Jace-"

It means, said Jeremiah, The descent into Hell is easy.

"You can close your eyes and think of England, if you like."

 "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"

"Every time you almost die, I almost die myself."

“And quit baring your fangs at me. It’s making me nervous.” 

“Good,” Simon said. “If you want to know why, it’s because you smell like blood.”

“It’s my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.”

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“Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.”

"It's 3 in the morning. Do you think Simon is alright?"

"I think he's weird actually, but it has nothing to do with time"

"I've got a stele. Who wants to do me?"

"A very regretable choice of words"

Whatever doesn't kill me had better start running