Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!

Alec," Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. "Are you okay?" Alec looked at him. "Who are you again?" Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked — for the first time Simon could remember — actually unnerved. It lasted only a moment, but it was there. "Alexander," he said. "Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it," Alec said.

I see you're trying to distract me from the real point here," Magnus said instead. "You had a birthday - a perfect excuse for me to throw one of my famous parties - and you didn't even tell me about it?

My mother always told me if I rode a motorcycle with a boy, she'd kill me." ... She couldn't hear him laugh, but she felt his body shake. "She wouldn't say that if she knew me," he called back to her confidently. "I'm an excellent driver." -Clary & Jace, pg.289-

It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand.

I'll take Shadowhunter, then. Because from what I've experienced of vampires, you mostly suck. No pun intended.

You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.