Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora." "So your inner vampire is Magnus?

Hmph," she said. "I'd like to see you learn how to manage sitting and standing up straight in stays and petticoats and a dress with a foot's worth of train!" "So would I," said Gideon from across the room.

Life is full of risks. Death is much simpler.

Oh, come on," Clary said. "You're a vampire, not Spider-Man.

Do you not tire of eternity? Do you not wish to end your suffering?" "By leaping into the Void? Not really.

Henry patted Charlotte’s shoulder anxiously. “Would you like a cool cloth? What can I do to help?” “You could ride up to Yorkshire and chop that old goat’s head off.” Charlotte sounded mutinous. “Won’t that make things rather awkward with the Clave?” asked Henry. “They’re not generally very receptive about, you know, beheadings and things.

I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sisters.