You Can Never Love Me.

I Know What I'm Asking. For You To Find A Needle In - God, Not Even A Haystack. A Needle In A Tower Of Other Needles." "plunge Your Hand In A Tower Of Needles," Said Magnus, "and You Are Likely To Cut Yourself Badly. Are You Sure This Is What You Want?

Why Does It Take Girls So Long To Shower?” He Demanded. “mortal Girls, Shadowhunters, Female Warlocks, You‘re All The Same. I‘m Not Getting Any Younger Waiting Out Here.” -magnus To Clary, Pg.272-

Are You Implying That Shreds Of My Reputation Remain Intact?" Will Demanded With Mock Horror. "clearly I Have Been Doing Something Wrong. Or Not Something Wrong, As The Case May Be." He Banged On The Side Of The Carriage. "thomas! We Must Away At Once To The Nearest Brothel. I Seek Scandal And Low Companionship.

Hey, Pretty Thing," He Said. "what's In The Bag?" "holy Water," Said Jace, Reappearing Beside Her As If He'd Been Conjured Up Like A Genie. A Sarcastic Blond Genie With A Bad Attitude. "oooh, A Shadowhunter," Said The Vampire. "scary." With A Wink He Melted Back Into The Crowd. "vampires Are Such Prima Donnas," Magnus Sighed From The Doorway. "honestly, I Don't Know Why I Have These Parties." "because Of Your Cat," Clary Reminded Him. Magnus Perked Up. "that's True. Chairman Meow Deserves My Every Effort.

You Know,” Cecily Said, “you Really Didn’t Have To Throw That Man Through The Window.