“Don't get so far in front of the parade that no one knows you're in the parade.”

“Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton.”

“Hey, little kiddie king.. You're having a parade with your servants?”

“Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.”

“Oooh, that was fun.""That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.""Why?" Isabelle said."So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means."Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade.""It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around.”

“Do you not see the tragic irony in killing Rudolph to get into the Christmas parade?”