Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.'
Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.'
Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.

“Ma'am," Magnus said, advancing. "I must counsel you not to exit the carriage wh…”

“Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's unique…”

“People always said that things never turned out the way you imagined they would…”

“Bueno, cuando yo tenía cinco años, quise que mi madre me dejara dar vueltas den…”