“He looks at my hand. “So it’s you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.””

“Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?"
"Because they're real."
"How do you know?"
"The one I was holding crapped on my hand.”

“Alec shrugged "Look who's talking. 'Oh, I love her. Oh, she's my sister. Oh why, why, why--"
Jace threw a handful of dead leaves at Alec, making him splutter.
Isabelle was laughing. "You know he's right, Jace.”

“… you expect me to fall on my back with my legs spread."
"Not necessarily…. You can fall on your hands and knees if you prefer. Or against the wall. Or on the kitchen counter. I suppose I might let you be on top, if you make it worth my while.”

“Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.”

“No plan survives the first encounter with your enemy, so why bother to make one?”

“If you want to see God laugh, make a plan.”

“Drink up, baby, look at the starsI'll kiss you againBetween the barsWhere I'm seeing you thereWith your hands in the airWaiting to finally be caughtDrink up one more time and I'll make you mine…”

“I handed my passport to the immigration officer, and he looked at it and looked at me and said, "What are you?"”

“The rest of the world looks at you and sees who you are. They see you are a multi-ethnic group of Americans that are, in fact, together and united into one so — resolve: to defend your country and to help those who need help. That’s why you’re here.”