From the Bookshelf of The Party Journal!!…

"The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned. To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed."

Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all.

"This was Helene's brother. Anatole Kuragin.
He moved with a swagger. Which would have been ridiculous.
Hat he not been so good looking"

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment, it belongs to the conceited. Like me." He winked at the girls, who giggled and hid behind their hair.

      Clary leaned forward, her arms tight around him. "My mother always told me if I rode a motorcycle with a boy, she'd kill me," she called over the noise of the wind....
      She couldn't hear him laugh, but she felt [Jace's] body shake. "She wouldn't say that if she knew me," he called back to her confidently. "I'm an excellent driver."

      Even in half demon-hunter clothes [Simon] looked like the sort of boy who'd... 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

"It will bring you light," said Jace, "even among the darkest shadows of this world and others"

      "electrum wire - not much use at the moment... silver bullets, charms of protection, crucifixes, stars of David -"
      "Jesus," said Clary.
      "I doubt he'd fit."

"It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order."

"It's the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl," said Isabelle.