“He looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.”

“He looked like a man who'd invite you to rest your head on his shoulder while he made everything bad go away.”

“He was getting that look he gets, oh boy, like Here comes Moses tromping down off of Mount Syanide with ten fresh ways to wreck your life.”

“Isabelle," she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, "your loyalty to your friend is understandable --"
"He's not my friend." Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. "He's my brother.”

“Remember me? I'm the one who burned your house down
…But I'm out now
And this time I'm coming back to blow your house up
And I ain't gonna leave you with a window to jump out of!”

“Not to have your house burned over your head for a twelvemonth seems an unwonted piece of domestic quiet.”

“Simply handing over your iPod to a friend, your blind date, or the total stranger sitting next to you on the plane opens you up like a book." (Steven Levy)”

“I thought it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house at night and throw up in his mailbox,"
-Jace”

“You look like a faded picture / I see the cracks forming on your skin
For smoking all my stash / For burning all my cash.. It's all over town that the sun's / Going down on the days / Of your easy life”

“He was moderately sure that a thirteen-year-old boy who'd load up four other children and set out in a steamcrawler across the Korunnai Highland at night-a boy who'd rather die than leave an unconscious girl behind-had guts enough for just about anything.”