“Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.”

“A bad-tempered man will never make a good-tempered horse.”

“Bear heard Rose in the background saying, 'Why thank you, Mr. Fish.'
'Good redhead. Helpful redhead,' Fish returned.”

“Now before we do any digging around in that blond head of yours to find out the truth, I suggest you cool your temper. And I know just where you can do that best.”
Jace blinked. “Are you sending me to my room?”

“To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.”

“But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age."

"I thought you liked redheads."

"I do. What's your point?”

“Certain winds will make men's temper bad.”

“I get it,' said the prisoner. 'Good Cop, Bad Cop, eh?'
If you like.' said Vimes. 'But we're a bit short staffed here, so if I give you a cigarette would you mind kicking yourself in the teeth?”

“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.”

“Ariel’s very sweet; she’s very nice. She’s also a redhead, I’m gonna teach you about redheads some day. They’re very passionate, very passionate people.”