Quotes from Cassandra Clare

I've realized—I don't need to change. And neither do you, Helen, or you, Aline. It's the world that needs to change, and we're going to be the ones to change it.

Tessa knows Will," protested Charlotte. "She trusts Will." "Iwouldn't go that far," muttered Tessa.

I get no sense from his note at all," said Will, bounding to his feet, "except that he can quote Tennyson's lesser poetry. Sophie, how quickly can you have Tessa ready?" "Half an hour," said Sophie, not looking up from the dress. "Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then," said Will. "I'll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.

You won't cut my son's throat,' said the Unseelie King, gazing down at Julian with a look of disdain. 'You're a Shadowhunter. You have a code of honor.' 'You're thinking of Shadowhunters the way they used to be,' said Julian. 'I came of age in the Dark War. I was baptized in blood and fire.

Almost four hundred years is quite a lot to take even if you moisture regulary

I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he's doddering off to the grave.

I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but..." His voice cracked a little, the first time Tessa had heard him sound unsure. He cleared his throat. "I promise you, the right man won't care.

He's a filthy pervert. Jace should stand for Consul instead." "I am also a filthy pervert," said Jace, "or at least I aspire to be. You have no idea what I get up to in my spare time. Just last week I asked Clary to buy me a—

Well you can go ahead and hand your head out the window if you feel like it" "I'm a werewolf not a golden retriever

Eres como yo. Dices las cosas que pienso pero nunca digo en voz alta. Lees los libros que leo. Amas la poesía que yo amo. Me haces reír con tus canciones ridículas y la forma en que lo ves todo. Siento como si pudieras mirar dentro de mí y ver todos los lugares en los que soy extraña o inusual y adaptas tu corazón alrededor de ellos porque eres extraño e inusual de la misma forma. Somos lo mismo.

The Herondales are a rather infamous line, as you probably know. Many of them heroes, some of them traitors, so many of them brash, wild creatures consumed by their passions, whether it be love or hate.

Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is confront our own failings.

Then Alec had smiled at one of Magnus's jokes, and the smile had lit a lamp in his solemn face, making his blue eyes brilliant, and briefly taking Magnus's breath away

love given without free will or truthfulness wasn't love at all.

She wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones. Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.

One more thing," Jace said. "Is there a holy place around here?" "Good idea. If you're going to take on a lair of vampires by yourself, you'd better pray first.

It would be one thing if I had been cursed so that everyone I loved would die," said Will. "I could keep myself from loving. To keep others from caring for me--it is an odd, exhausting procedure.

But I know your blood doesn't define you. What defines you is the choices you make. If I've learned anything this year, it's that. And I also know that loving someone--even when it's scary, even when there are consequences--is never the wrong thing to do. Loving someone is the opposite of hurting her.

NOw he's back from the dead and he's come looking for her. Maybe he wants to get back together." (Isabelle) "I doubt he sent a horde of demons to her house because he wants to 'get back together.'" (Alec) "It wouldn't be my move. First the candy, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order." (Jace)

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it. She understood why people talked about hearts "breaking"; she felt as if hers were made of cracked glass, and the shards were like tiny knives inside her chest when she breathed.

We cant go around picking up every pile of dust in the place just in case it turns out to be Gregor in the morning." -Pg.242-

I've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat." -pg.170-

I would take them in a bowl," said Mark with a winning gaze. "It has been many years since I have eaten freely at my choice, fair one, and a plate of strawberries is all that I desire.

This was Jace being brave. Simon thought, brave and snarky because he thought Lilith was going to kill him, and that was the way he wanted to go, unafraid and on his feet. Like a warrior. The way Shadowhunters did. His death song would always be this-jokes and snideness and pretend arrogance, and that look in his eyes that said 'I'm better than you'. Simon just hadn't realized it before.