Quotes from book

City of Bones

“Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.”

“It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.”

“All knowledge hurts.”

“Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests."
Jace edged into the doorway, sizing up Magnus with his eyes. "Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?"

"Even then.”

“aren't you, uh… reproducing?

"sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.”

“And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.”

“I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored”

“"I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace. Girls killing things."
"I like anyone killing things," He said equably, "Especially me."”

“I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners.”

“You're an idiot."
"I've never claimed to be otherwise.”

“A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance novel covers? The”

“It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green."
"If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.”

“Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.”

“Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said.
Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?"
"I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.”

“The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.”

“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

“Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now."
"That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.”

“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.”

“Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names."
"Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”