Jace Herondale: You’ll be the first mundane who has ever been inside the Institute.

Simon Lewis: Probably the smell keeps the rest of them away.

Clary Fairchild (to Jace): Ignore him. He always says exactly what comes into his head. No filters.

Simon Lewis: Filters are for cigarettes and coffee. Two things I could use right now, incidentally.

From the book The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (Book One) | Written by Cassandra Clare