“The corner of his mouth quirked up suddenly.
“What?” Clary demanded. “Is something funny?”
“ ‘Flying death turtle’?” he said. “Only you.”

“Belatedly, Clary recalled something. "I thought you guys said onlyof the vampire bikes could fly?"… [Jace:]"Only some of them can!" "How did you know this was one of them?" "I didn't!" he shouted gleefully…”

“"You don't all have to look so worried. I was doing fine."
"Fine? If your definition of 'fine' suddenly includes becoming a snack for a flying death turtle, then we are going to have words, Jace Lightwood--"”

“He stopped, turned. He cupped his hands around his mouth. ''For you a thousand times over!'' he said. Then he smiled his Hassan smile and disappeared around the corner.”

“What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.
"It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.”

“Do you know what I am going to tell you, he said with his wry mouth, a pint of plain is your only man.”

“Is this how you repay my goodness--with badness?” cried the boy. “Of course,” said the crocodile out of the corner of his mouth. “That is the way of the world.”

“Turtles don't feel, stupid," said Jem.

"Were you ever a turtle, huh?”

“Only if you give the Palestinians something to lose is there a hope that they will agree to moderate their demands.… I believe that as soon as Ahmed has a seat in the bus, he will limit his demands.”

“Ohh, how clever," Aden said and clapped. "A death threat. You know what's funny? That's not even my first of the day.”