“I love you," he said, his voice almost musical with happiness.She shot him a scowl. "Isn't saying that a bit dangerous considering these aren't wooden swords and the ends aren't even taped?"He laughed.”

“Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice. "Why not an ornament?""Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move.”

“It's that you're not outraged that someone's trying to kill you. Your just accept it, almost like it's normal. It isn't normal""Assassins aren't normal, even for me, Richard" I said. "Just vampires, zombies, and werewolves" he said. I smiled. "Yeah.”

“Clary," he said. "You saved my life.""I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire."His lips twitched imperceptibly. "Okay," he said. "So maybe our problems aren't like other couples.”

“Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!' he said to himself, and it became a favourite saying of his later, and passed into a proverb. 'You aren't nearly through this adventure yet,' he added, and that was pretty true as well.”

“He scowled at me."You aren't any fun.""Party pooper extraordinaire,that's me.”