“I can keep a perfectly good eye on Simon, thank you. He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.”

“Is he having a party?" "Dorian is a sociable king. He likes keeping people around him, mostly so he can mock them.”

“Isabelle and Sebastian? Hardly. Sebastian’s a nice guy – Isabelle only likes dating thoroughly inappropriate boys our parents will hate. Mundanes, Downworlders, petty crooks…”
“Thanks,” Simon said. “I’m glad to be classed with the criminal element.”

“You're so good looking I can barely keep my eyes on the meter.”

“You are such a chick.”
I widened my eyes in mock surprise.
“No way. Are you sure?”

“Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley."
"Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name.”

“Neophyte, n.

There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?”

“Once you know the true God, then seek Him out. Thank the teacher for showing you the right path. But keep your eyes on the target, which is God in this case.”

“… When I get you back, I’m gonna put that necklace back around your neck and pin you.” He tries to hold my eyes with his own. 'Like the 1950s.”

“Thanks for your questions, Elijah Burke, but I like to keep my reasons for joining The New Breed to myself.”