“They can't be worse than vampires. And you did all right with them."
"Did all right with them? By which I take it you mean we survived?"
"Well..."
"Faeries," Jace went on, as if Simon hadn't spoken, "are the offspring of demons and angels, with the beauty of angels and the viciousness of demons. A vampire might attack you, if you enter its domain, but a faerie could make you dance until you died with your legs ground into stumps, trick you into a midnight swim and drag you screaming underwater until your lungs burst, fill your eyes with faerie dust until you gouged them out at the roots-"
"Jace!”

“She made an impatient noise. "By the Angel, you don't know anything about your kid, do you? Do you even really know how vampires are made?"
"Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much…”

“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…”

“I thought you hated demons. Now you use them like servants. The Ravener, the Drevak demons, Agramon-they‘re your. Guards, butler-personal chef, for all I know.”
-Jace to Valentine, pg.260”

“I thought you guys said only some of the vampire bikes could fly?"
"Only some of them can!"
"How did you know this was one of them?”

“You are healed." Allegra nodded. "You are no longer a Silver Blood." She paused. "But you are no longer a vampire either."
Bliss started. No longer a vampire-but what did that mean? Did it mean she was just human?”

“"I want to be mad at you."
"Oh? What for?"
"Risking your life. Except you didn't, really. You were just standing there and the demon grabbed you. Admittedly, you were being obnoxious to Simon."
"If a demon grabbed me every time I was obnoxious to Simon, I'd have died the day you met me."”

“Makeup's just crazy, anyways. Native Americans used to wear it, and it did all right for them until, uh … well, until you killed them all, I suppose.”

“Isabelle glanced back at them. "They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets." She grinned.
"Or," Simon said,"maybe they're here for the hash browns.”

“You can't make your kids do anything. All you can do is make them wish they had. And then, they will make you wish you hadn't made them wish they had.”