“I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever." (Luke/Lucian)”

“So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy?"
"You could say that."
"Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it."
"I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.”

“Luke could only imagine the odd picture they made: the starving vampire, the dying warlock, and the werewolf keeping watch at the window.”

“It is not mysterious to be home on a Saturday night, reading a novel in a pile of smelly golden retrievers.”

“I am the planet's most affectionate life-form, something like the cross between a golden retriever and a barnacle.”

“Have you ever seen? Well, I'm not American. I'm not a werewolf, and this isn't London.”

“Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.”

“You hope Raphael survives this?" Luke said."Come on- how many people has he killed?
Magnus turned cold eyes on him. "Who among us has bloodless hands? What did you do, Lucian Graymark, to gain yourself a pack- two packs- of werewolves?”

“Kyle is a werewolf?"asked Simon
"Of course he's a werewolf, you moron"said Jace”

“Maryse sighed."Nothing conclusive. If only the dead could talk, eh, Lucian?”