“So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy?" "You could say that.""Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it.""I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.”

“Well you can go ahead and hand your head out the window if you feel like it""I'm a werewolf not a golden retriever”

“Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it.”Luke laughed. “I‘m a werewolf, not a golden retriever.”-Clary & Luke, pg.415-”

“I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever." (Luke/Lucian)”

“You disappear so completely into your head sometimes," he said. "I wish I could follow you."You do, she wanted to say. You live in my head all the time.”

“Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.”“You fear for Jem,” Will said.“Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.”“No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”

“No one understands what you feel but me, and no one understands what I feel but you, so can we not feel together?”