“There's nothing wild about me. I'm a solid middle-aged man.""Except that once a month you turn into a wolf and go tearing around slaughtering things," Clary said."It could be worse," Luke said. "Men my age have been known to purchase expensive sports cars and sleep with supermodels.”

“I'm not going to do that.""of course you're not." Jace said. "because you live to torture me, don't you?""Not everything, Jace, is about you." Clary said furiously."Possibly," Jace said "But you have to admit that the majority of the things are.”

“Meliorn?” said Clary. “I’ve met you, haven’t I? You used to go out with Isabelle Lightwood.”Meliorn was almost expressionless, but Clary could have sworn he looked ever so slightly uncomfortable. Luke shook his head. “Clary, Meliorn is a knight of the Seelie Court. It’s very unlikely that he – ““He was totally dating Isabelle,” Simon said, “and she dumped him too. At least she said she was going to. Tough break, man.”

“In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land; in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake.”

“But if you cannot at once laugh at a thing or believe in it, you have no business in the Middle Ages. Or in the world for that matter.”

“No, guys are stupid at my age. I want a man with some age to him, someone who knows his way around the bedroom.' Fallon scoffed at that. 'Good luck with that! Older men can't keep it up without help, which would involve you giving a lot of head or him going on medication, or both.' 'Oh yeah,' Audrey said as a look of digust came over her face, 'back to men my age.”