Citlalli Ordaz

“If you’re being punished,” Clary said, “then so am I. Because all those things you felt, I
felt them too, but we can’t—we have to stop feeling this way, because it’s our only
chance.”
Jace’s hands were tight at his sides. “Our only chance for what?”
“To be together at all. Because otherwise we can’t ever be around each other, not even
just in the same room, and I can’t stand that. I’d rather have you in my life even as a
brother than not at all”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“I'm not going to do that."
"of course you're not." Jace said. "because you live to torture me, don't you?"
"Not everything, Jace, is about you." Clary said furiously.
"Possibly," Jace said "But you have to admit that the majority of the things are.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Unless... "
Now he looked at her in surprise. "Unless what?"
She jabbed a finger at his shoulder. "When did you get that?"
Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon's poison had eaten a hole in his shirt, leaving a good deal of his left shoulder bare.
"The shirt? At Macy's Winter sale.”
― Cassandra Clare City of Ashes

“She gritted her teeth. She was here with Sebastian, on her way to see a powerful warlock, and mentally she was maundering on about the way Jace smelled.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass