We Live And Breathe Words.

Dear Alec, As Your Best Friend And Parabatai, I Am Offended Not To Have Been Asked To Be Your Best Man At The Wedding. Et Tu, Brutus. -jace Alec , He Really Is Upset. He Hasn't Washed His Hair In Three Days. -clary

Maybe He's Lonely. Sebastian Can't Be The Greatest Company." "we Don't Know That. He Could Be Absolutely Fantastic At Scrabble," Said Magnus.

Oooh, That Was Fun." "that Does It," Said Jace. "i'm Going To Get You A Dictionary For Christmas This Year." "why?" Isabelle Said. "so You Can Look Up 'fun.' I'm Not Sure You Know What It Means." Isabelle Pulled The Long Heavy Mass Of Her Wet Hair Forward And Wrung It Out As If It Were Wet Washing. "you're Raining On My Parade." "it's A Pretty Wet Parade Already, If You Hadn't Noticed." Jace Glanced Around.

Why Mundanes Always Insist On Taking Responsibility For Things That Aren't Their Fault Is A Mystery To Me. You Didn't Force That Cocktail Down His Idiotic Throat." -jace, Pg.241-

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."