Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Will-" "I love you so much, so incredibly much," he went on, "and when you're this close to me, I forget who you are. I forget you're Jem's. I'd have to be the worst sort of person to think what I'm thinking right now. But I am thinking it.

This...this...thing?" "A parsnip?" Jem suggested "A parsnip planted in satan's own garden," said Will. He glanced about. "I dont suppose there's a dog I could feed it to?" "There dont seem to be any pets about," Jem-who loved animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church-observed. "Probably all poisened by parsnips," said Will.

Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?

And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it's about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don't go.

Alec Lightwood, eldest son of the Shadowhunters who ran the New York Institute, had turned up on Magnus's doorstep, thanked him for saving his life, and asked him out while turning fifteen shades between puce and mauve. In response Magnus had promptly lost his mind, kissed him, and made a date for Friday.

I just wish," he said, not looking at her but at the floor, "that I could say the right thing, do the right thing, to make this easier for you. Whatever you want from me, I want to do it. I want to be there for you in whatever the right way is for you, Clary.

At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland." "Not necissarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.

He has become a worm. That is what I am telling you." "I don't suppose it would be possible," said Henry into the silence, "to, er, step on him?

He loved her enough to know she was better off without him

Cordelia had thought a tattoo would be rather more like their Marks, but it reminded her of something else instead. It was ink, the way books and poems were made of ink, telling a permanent story.

Rocking back and forth, she clutched the sword like it was the only thing she had ever loved, and let the blood spill down instead of tears.

It was like a bad movie except he didn't actually twirl his mustache." -Jace to Maryse about Valentine, pg.122-

The rules are the rules for a reason. Being a Shadowhunter, a good one, is about more than just training fourteen hours a day and knowing sixty-five ways of killing a man with salad tongs.

Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything? It's like banging my head on a wall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop. - Jace Wayland.

Simon - "You look happy. And a good thing for you that she does" Jace - "Is this the part where you tell me if I hurt her, you'll kill me?" Simon - "No. If you hurt Clary, she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.

There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.

oh, dear," said Tessa. "I have that effect on women," Will said. "I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me." "I can still change my mind," Tessa said sweetly. "Don't you dare -," He began with a breathless half laugh, [...]

How swiftly you dismiss our love...

Clary?" Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. "You do—you still love me, don't you?" "I love Jace Lightwood," she said. "I don't know who you are.

If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie--not really dead but not really alive, either.

Uncle Jace says we will kill all the demins," he reported with joy. "All the demins!" "Well, have you considered that your uncle Jace is a hurtful person?" said the demon. "Always rudely stabbing everyone, and sarcastic." Max scowled. "Love Uncle Jace. Hate demins.

You can't raise a child to believe the opposite of what you do.

He could think of only one reason for her to be there, though it made no sense after what he'd said to her. Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then wanted them to leave him alone.

And that - he pointed ahead - is the road to Hell. That's where we're going. I have always heard it was paved with good intentions, said Simon