“I survived a divorce, no children and come to Paris three days per week. My cat ran away on a love adventure; don't know when he will be back.”

“You like the party?Is it in honour of anything?My cat's birthday.Where's your cat?I don't know, he ran away.”

“You like the party?""Is it in honor of anything?""My cat's birthday.""Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?""I dont know. He ran away."-Magnus & Clary, pg.221-”

“Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.”

“I'm going away," he said. "And I want you to know that I'm coming back. I love you because....""Don't say anything," Fatima interrupted. "One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”

“I know I'm a bad bargain. But I'm begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with you."He fought to steady his voice. "Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.”