I brought you some coffee.— he held out the cup but she waved it away."I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet."At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?""I just know."-Luke and Clary, pg.209-

I don't want to be a man, said Jace. I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.Well, said Luke, you're doing a fantastic job.