“Shadowhunters were brought up to handle anything, weren't they?”

“He broke up with me.""Because you weren't in love with him. That's an iffy proposition, and I think he's handling with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.""No one has a boom box anymore. That was the eighties.”

“What are you?""Im a Shadowhunter...”

“So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.''Was that before or after he tried to eat you?' Will inquired.”

“She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things weren't in the power of angels to grant, or they would already have been granted. And perhaps people were supposed to find these things for themselves.”

“You snuck up on me,” she said. “I guess I’m not much of a Shadowhunter, huh?”Simon shrugged. “Well, in your defense, I do move with a silent, pantherlike grace.”

“Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope.”