“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”

“Magnus, remember what happened the last time you tried to tango. Your shoe flew off and nearly killed someone."

"It was a metaphor. He's a Shadowhunter, he's a Lightwood, and he's into blonds. He's a dating hazard.”

“Are you, monsieur, a man of your word?"
"It really depends upon the word," Magnus said. "There are so many wonderful words…”

“Always remember the last words of my grandfather, who said: "A truck!"”

“Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.”

“You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.”

“Always needing to have the last word is a bad trait Ms. Blake, pisses people off.”

“"You don't all have to look so worried. I was doing fine."
"Fine? If your definition of 'fine' suddenly includes becoming a snack for a flying death turtle, then we are going to have words, Jace Lightwood--"”

“I don’t want the world. I want you,” Alec said, and Magnus closed his eyes, as if the words almost hurt.”

“I'm practicing the discipline of not having to have the last word.”