City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1)

by Cassandra Clare

Jace waved a hand, cutting her off. “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.”

If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you’d have forever.

that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”

“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,

Winding down, he fixed Jace with a glare. “You’ve endangered other people with your willfulness. This is one incident I will not allow you to shrug off!” “I wasn’t planning to,” Jace said. “I can’t shrug anything off. My shoulder’s dislocated.”

Jace said, “Unfortunately, my one true love remains myself.” Dorothea roared at that. “At least,” she said, “you don’t have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland.” “Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.”