For a moment Clary thought she might fall; she felt as if something essential had been torn away from her, an arm or a leg, and she stared at Jace in blank astonishment-- what did he feel, did he feel nothing? She didn't think she could bear it if he felt nothing.

“But Magnus, he thought. You never told me. Never warned me it would be like thi…”

“How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.The look on your face when you walk…”

“Picture this," said Magnus. "Me with a little monkey friend. I could teach him …”

“No one could be that annoying without some kind of supernatural assistance.”