“But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.”

“Magnus Bane,” said Magnus. “High Warlock of Brooklyn and Scrabble champion.”

“I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' - Magnus Bane”

“He'd woken up the next day in the city hospital with Magnus Bane staring down at him with an odd expression--it could have been deep concern or merely curiosity, it was hard to tell with Magnus.”

“I imagine that it will not be easy to persuade Mortmain into a bonnet," Magnus observed. "Though the color would be fetching on him."
Henry burst into laughter. "Very droll, Mr. Bane."
"Please, call me Magnus."
"I shall!”

“Alec's trying to get Magnus to take him seriously, but he's never told our parents about Magnus, or even that he likes, you know -" "Warlocks?" Simon said.”

“Maybe warlocks only liked other warlocks. Though Magnus did seem to like Alec quite a lot.”

“Sebastian: YOU'RE Ragnor Fell the warlock?
Magnus: Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer”

“Magnus, we’re going down to the lake," he said. "Do you want to come?"
“Why?” Magnus inquired.
Alec shrugged, “Clary says it’s pretty,” he said. “I mean, I’ve seen it before, but there was a huge angel rising out of it, and that was distracting.”

“King's Cross!
What shall we do?
His Purple Robe
Is rent in two!”