Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Reckless," he said. "You know, when I first showed up at the Institute, Alec called me reckless so many times that I went and looked it up in the dictionary

Magnus did not take such suffering lightly, but even mortals did not die of broken hearts. No matter how cruel Grace had been, he told himself, James would heal. Even though he was a Herondale.

I will not hang back here in Alicante while Magnus is in danger. Go without me, and you disrespect our parabatai oaths, you disrespect me as a shadowhunter, and you disrespect the fact that this is my battle too.

I'll just be your brother from now on." he said, looking at her with a hopeful expectation that she would be pleased, which made her want to scream that he was smashing her heart into pieces and he had to stop. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" It took her a long time to answer, and when she did, her own voice sounded like an echo, coming from very far away. "Yes," she said, and she heard the rush of waves in her ears and her eyes stung as if from sand or salt spray. "That's what I wanted.

The letter I received said you had need of my particular talents, but I must confess that I have so many talents that I am not sure which one you require.

I thought it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house at night and throw up in his mailbox," -Jace

If you break up with Alec, you will not only be losing one stone cold fox, but a family of foxes. I will pass down the word to my children's children. No Lightwood is ever going to so much as wink at you in a bar. Think about that. Think about being Lightwoodless and lonely five hundred years from now, in a sad and chilly nightclub on the moon.

Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.

Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers.

It's that I think Will is angry with me," Tessa explained. "So whatever he told you—" He laughed. "Will is angry with everyone," he said. "I don't let it color my judgment.

You don't sound very patriotic," observed Tessa. "Weren't you just reminiscing about the mountains?" "Patriotic?" Will looked smug. "I'll tell you what's patriotic," he said. "In honor of my birthplace, I've the dragon of Wales tattooed on my—" "You're in a charming temper, aren't you, William?" interrupted Jem, though there was no edge to his voice.

That's everyone's dream, isn't it, really, instead of many who give you little pieces of themselves - one who gives you everything.

The monster's bride at his door. Magnus could not stop staring. [Jocelyn] was staring too. She seemed transfixed by his pajamas. Magnus was frankly offended. He had not invited any wives of crazed hate-cult leader to come around and pass judgement on his wardrobe.

Simon kept pace beside Clary for a few moments without speaking before he said, "So what did I miss? Naked dancing ladies?" Clary thought of the male faerie's torn-open ribs and shuddered. "Nothing that pleasant.

But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his own eyebrows in response. "Well, aside from mine, of course," Jace said. "And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic." Simon set the empty flask down on the arm of the chair by the bed. "There's something very wrong with you," he said. "Mentally, I mean.

You can't pay for tragedy with more tragedy, or draw life from death." "I

For the first time, he looked at her, and she wasn't a stranger, she was Clary—his friend. His family. The girl he'd sworn always to protect. The girl he loved as fiercely as he loved himself.

Sometimes there is not always a cure.

We both see the same world, but in a different way. Ty feels the same joy I do, the joy of creation. We feel all the same things, only the shapes of our feelings are different.

You were never really drunk." "On the contrary - in order to learn how to pretend to be inebriated, one must become inebriated at least once, as a reference point. Six-Fingered Nigel had been at the mulled cider-" "You can't mean there's truly a Six-Fingered Nigel?

I'll need you to get a leash for my monkey, Claude, and also a hat." "Of course, monsieur" "Do you think he needs a little coat as well?" "Perhaps not in this weather, monsieur." "You are right," Magnus said with a sight. "Make it a simple dressing gown, just like mine." "Which one, monsieur?" "The one in rose and silver." "Excellent choice, monsieur.

Raphael's hand tightened on the hilt of the knife. His knuckles were white. He spoke to Magnus. "I have no soul," he said. "But I made you a promise on my mother's doorstep, and she was sacred to me." "Santiago- " Sebastian began. "I was a child then. I am not now." The knife fell to the floor. Raphael turned and looked at Sebastian, his wide dark eyes very clear. "I cannot," he said. "I will not. I owe him a debt from many years ago.

The only alternative seems to be doing nothing…and doing nothing, I find, rarely accomplishes anything

I would rather insult you than lose you, he said, and before any of them could make a move to stop him, he cast both items into the fire.