Many characters in the book say this line, or a version of it, making Clary's world, with all its vampires, werewolves, faeries, fallen angels, and more, all the more real.

Nooks and crannies, eh? Who knows what magical worlds might exist inside a Thomas' English muffin? So long as they're butter-filled, we're not picky.

Madame Dorothea is sure of herself here, not peppering her beliefs with any "maybes" or "mights." Her mythology is concrete.

We assume Clary is going to say "angels don't exist" before getting cut off by Madame Dorothea. Jace doesn't seem to think they do, even though he might be one (or maybe he just looks heavenly).

Maybe that's why The Supremes command men to stop in the name of love. But in all seriousness, this moment tells us that besides revenge, there's one other clear motivator in this book: ooey gooey, hearts and flowers, rainbows and unicorns love.

However old she is, Madame Dorothea has a healthy view of body image. Clary, on the other hand, desperately longs to be a twig.

Here, Clary is talking about her lack of magical sight, but it might help explain her insecurity, too. Maybe she feels awkward in her own body just because she hasn't come into her own yet. She is only 15, after all.

And Jace and the other Shadowhunters must adhere to it. No questions asked.