“Please. Put the gun down and we'll talk. A beautiful woman holding a small cannon plays hell with my concentration. Christovao (Chris) Santos, Sanctuary”

“Speechless and very nearly panting, she fell back against the wall with a thump, knowing that if she lived to be ninety, she would still carry the searing mark of that kiss on her soul."At last," he murmured. "A way to shut you up." Christovao Santos (Chris), Sanctuary”

“I seemed to hear God saying, "Put down your gun and we'll talk.”

“Sometimes you have to pick the gun up to put the Gun down.”

“It's so dark," she said lamely. "You want me to hold your hand?"Clary put both her hands behind her back like a small child. "Don't talk down to me.""Well, I could hardly talk up to you. You're too short.”

“Yes, I'm too mad to punish you right now. We'll talk about it when we get home. Go brush your teeth, comb your hair, put on dry clothes, and get the guns. We're going to Wal-Mart.”