I Think He's Jealous.

Ah,” Said A Voice From The Doorway, “having Your Annual ‘everyone Thinks Will Is A Lunatic’ Meeting, Are You? “it’s Biannual,” Said Jem. “and No, This Is Not That Meeting.

Clary," Jace Said Again. "you Know: Short, Redheaded, Bad Temper.

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's Like Banging My Head Against The Wall, Except If I Were Actually Banging My Head On A Wall, I'd Be Able To Make Myself Stop.

Do You Have A Lot Of Other Profound Thoughts Like That? Blood Is Blood? A Toaster Is A Toaster? A Gelatinous Cube Is A Gelatinous Cube?