“"Ah," said a voice from the doorway, "having your annual 'everyone thinks Will is a lunatic' meeting, are you?"”

“Mom. I have something to tell you. I'm undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I'm here to tell you that undead are just like you and me... well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.”

“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

“"What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there. "It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one."”

“Investigation? Isabelle laughed. Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names.”

“You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me.”

“One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it's 5 a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at.”

“"Don't order any of the faerie food," said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not," he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me."”

“I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?”

“Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?”

“Well, I'm not kissing the mundane. I'd rather stay down here and rot.”

“Is this the part where you say, "If I hurt her, you'll kill me?"”

“"I am a man," he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown."”

“That does it. I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.”

“You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?”

“Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?"”