That The Wall Is Coming Down.

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!

As Far As I’m Concerned, This Is The Worst Thing That’s Happened Since I Found Out Why Magnus Was Banned From Peru.

Her Eyes Met His, But She Looked Quickly Away; Entangling Gazes With Will Was Confusing At Best, Dizzying At Worst.

You Know, When Someone Prefers Their Own Brother Over You, It Isn't A Confidence Booster.

Charlotte, Who Had Sagged Back In Her Chair, Her Eyes Half-closed, Said, “will, I Have Already Been Up All Night Copying Down The Relevant Parts. Much Of It Was—” “gibberish?” Jem Suggested. “pornographic?” Said Will At The Same Time. “could Be Both,” Said Will. “haven’t You Ever Heard Of Pornographic Gibberish Before?