“Blay’s head whipped around to his mate. “Really? You asked my dad?” Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. “It’s my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.”

“I nodded. This was something that I really liked a lot about my mother and father. They were always thinking ahead so we didn’t make the same mistake twice.”

“I'll tell you now that's the mother-fucker whose head I split open.”

“The thing about smart mother fuckers is that sometimes, they sound like crazy mother fuckers to stupid mother fuckers…”

“I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.“ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.”

“Patrick: One of my favorite rumors about myself is that I am 31, which is just about 10 years off, so…
Pete: He's 41, you mother fuckers.”

“…and now, everybody, I want you to listen to me. I'm going to go to my knees, like that, and ask the UFC, my next match, to give me a world title shot. Please! I want the belt so bad! Please give it to me!”

“I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.”

“I wanted to go to college to be a journalist and follow in my dad's work. And then I became an actor.”

“She set you down on the floor and you started ranging around, picking things up, pulling my cats tail- you screamed like a banshee when the cat scratched you, so I asked your mother if youpart banshee. She didn't laugh."
-Magnus to Clary, pg.228-”