The Way Magnus’ Breath Had Sounded, Rattling

No Fewer Than Four Of My Esteemed Elders Told Me I Was On No Account To Ever Converse With You, So I Vowed That I Would Know You. My Name Is Edmund Herondale. May I Ask Your Name? They Reffered To You Only As 'that Disgraceful One-warlock Show.

Jace Perched On The Windowsill And Looked Down At Him. "you Really Don't Get This Bodyguard Thing, Do You?" "i Didn't Even Think You Liked Me All That Much," Said Simon. "is This One Of Those Keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer Things?" "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 A Night And Throw Up In His Mailbox." "i'm Pretty Sure That's Not It

If You Were Half As Funny As You Think You Are, You'd Be Twice As Funny As You Are Now.

You Can't Just Go Around Killing People. You're Right. You Can't Go Around Killing People.

We May Not Be All That Bright, Jace Said, But At Least We Are Alive.