#magnus-bane

"I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."

"Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.""Canoodle?"repeated Clary, never having heard the word before."Magnificent?"repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out."

"That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?"Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller."

"You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all."

"We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It's all very dull."

"If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you.""Who's Magnus?"Max inquired."He's a warlock,"said Alec."A sexy, sexy warlock,"Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury."But warlocks are bad,"protested Max, looking baffled."Exactly,"said Isabelle."

"Isabelle snorted, "All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.""You noticed,"said Simon. "I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,"added Magnus. "Please never say those words in front of my parents,"said Alec."

"Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination."

"I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?""A regrettable choice of words,"muttered Magnus."

"And second, keep in mind that you are a weapon. In theory, when you're done with training, you should be able to kick a hole in a wall or knock out a moose with a single punch.""I would never hit a moose,"said Clary. "They're endangered."

"We came to see Jace. Is he alright?""I don't know,"Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?"

"I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was coming?""I know who you are, but..."Maia looked dazed. "You look so...so...shiny."

"Magnus raised his hands above his head and clapped once. The room flooded with light. "You see? You think that would be possible without magic? "Actually,"replied Simon, "It is. If you watched infomercials you'd know that."

"Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”“Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter."

"I just don't see why the past has to matter."

"Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane.""They didn't,"Magnus said. "Your wards are down.""Really?"the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you."He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down."

"I've got the Mark of Cain,"said Simon. "That means nothing can kill me, right?""You can kill yourself,"Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. "As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn't.""There goes my Saturday."

"There's no need to clarify my finger snap,"said Magnus. "The implication was clear in the snap itself."