Quotes from Cassandra Clare

I watch Jace Herondale play, and I see the ghosts that rise up in the music. Don't you?" "Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world." "Yes," she said. I just wish he were here to see this with us, just here with us one more time.

That was what humans did: They left one another messages through time, pressed between pages or carved into a rock. Like reaching out a hand through time, and trusting in a phantom hoped-for hands to catch yours. Humans did not live forever. They could only hope what they made would endure.

It was truly amazing, Clary thought, how much teenage boys were able to eat without ever gaining weight or making themselves sick. -pg.68-

Time was something that moved in fits and starts for Magnus, dissipating like mist or dragging like chains, but when Alec was here, Magnus's time seemed to fall into an easy rhythm with Alec's, like two heartbeats falling into sync.

He wont have to worry about you spilling his secrets." "Yeah," Jace said, "he's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always really wanted to be a ballerina." -Inquisitor & Jace about Valentine, pg.123-

You have to give everyone ugly motives for everything they do, because ugly motives are all you understand.

Life could not be entirely devoted to debauchery and monkeys. Magnus had to finance all the drinking somehow.

Through her tears Clary could see them clinging to each other; there was a tenderness even in the curve of Magnus's fingers around Alec's shoulder as he bent to kiss him. It was a kiss of desperation and clutching more than passion; Magnus held on tightly enough for his fingers to bite into Alec's arms, but in the end he stepped away, and turned towards his father.

Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he'd miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room. He looked at the two of them and shook his head. "Bedlam," he said, and went over to the counter where the glass tubes and funnels had been set up.

Some are just born bad, and that's all there is to it.

You're killing me because you want me to give a message to God for you?" Jace shook his head, the point of the blade scraping across his throat. "You're crazier than I thought

You point your feet out too much when you walk," Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. "Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck" "I do not walk like a duck." "I like ducks," Jem observed diplomatically. "Especially the ones in Hyde Park.

He longed sometimes with an almost physical ache just to say 'My Husband' and have it be true.

Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?

Mark held up his plastic bag. Inside it, a small orange fish swam around in a circle. "This is the best patrol we've ever done," he said. "I have never been awarded a fish before.

Isabelle!" Simon called. "Stop throwing clothes at me! Just because you're a Shadowhunter and I'm a vampire doesn't mean we can never happen. Our love is forbidden like the love of a shark and a - and a shark hunter. But that's what makes it special." "Oh?" Isabelle snapped. "Which one of us is the shark, Simon? Which one of us is the shark?

Gracious," said Cecily. "You must be Mr. Sallows." "Nephilim," observed the shop owner gloomily. "I detest Nephilim." "Hmph," said Cecily. "Charmed, I'm sure.

Simon bristled. She wasn't his Isabelle, not anymore. He wondered if she ever truly had been. Isabelle didn't seem like the type of girl to belong to someone. It was one of the things he liked best about her.

Don't roll your eyes. It punctures my dramatic moment. I want my dramatic moment unpunctured.

You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" "My brother always says curiosity is my besetting sin.

Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice but through his reverie. "You wont look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my looks." Jace turned away from the mirror with some relief. "Could it be that all this is because you're attracted to me?

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

How'd you get Magnus to let Jace leave?" "Traded him for Alec," Clary said.

You can't just call the Praetor. It's not like 1-800-WEREWOLF.