“I don't drink.""Oh My God, a straight-edged demon! I freaking love it!”

“The Word of God I think of as a straight edge, which shows up our own crookedness. We can't really tell how crooked our thinking is until we line it up with the straight edge of Scripture.”

“Demon?” Gwen gasped out. Her back jerked ramrod-straight, and her face leeched ofcolor. “Did you just say demon?”Oh, uh…did I say that?” Strider once again glanced around the plane helplessly. “No, no.I think I said seaman.”

“This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!”

“She was afraid you'd freak out? Start seeing demons in the White House?"... "There are demons in the White House?""I was kidding," said Jace. "I think."-Jace & Clary”

“Oh my God. I just got dumped by a red headed mortician in a funeral home named Crummy's, after pretending to be a circus freak at a visitation I had just crashed. I was pretty sure there'd be no bouncing back from this. -Dakota Bombay”