Quotes from Cassandra Clare

I am glad," he said. "They will be able to take care of each other when I am gone, or at least I can hope for it. He says she does not love him, but - surely she will come to love him in time. Will is easy to love, and he has given her his whole heart. I can see it. I hope she will not break it." Sophie could not think of a word to say. She did not know what anyone could say in the face of love like this - so much forebearance, so much endurance, so much hope.

Did you like it?" he said. "I could have given you...jewelry, but I wanted it to be something that was wholly yours. That no one else would hear or own. And I am not good with words, so I wrote how I felt about you in music." He paused. "Did you like it?

The kitchen was bright, cheerful yellow, the walls decorated with framed chalk and pencil sketches Simon and Rebecca had done in grade school. Rebecca had some drawing talent, you could tell, but Simon's sketches of people all looked like parking meters with tufts of hair.

Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.

I'm not his bodyguard," said Isabelle. "I'm his girlfriend. Which gives me the right to kick your ass if you bother him. That's how it works.

Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.

Maybe this time was different—maybe this love was different. It felt so different; surely that had to mean something. Maybe the year to come would be a good year for both of them. Maybe this time things would work out the way Magnus wanted them to. Maybe Alexander Lightwood would not break his heart.

Sorry," she said breathlessly. "I got lost in the crowd." "I noticed," he said. "One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone." Sebastian chuckled. "Girl or boy werewolf?" "Not sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.

Matthew has a habit of getting his heart broken. He seems to prefer a hopeless love.

Thomas had very nice shoulders. Legendary shoulders, in fact.

Jules: Emma. I need you, always, always think about you, I was wishing you were with me in that goddamned attic and then I turned around and you were there, like you heard me, like you're always there when I need you ...

Simon's love life was complicated, but there was a pang, just for a moment, for this woman talking graphic novels with him. Ah, well. Tessa Gray, foxy nerd, was probably dating someone already.

Ragnor's important business was probably getting together to write a burn book with Raphael. Magnus could see them now, sharing a bench and scribbling happily away about Magnus's stupid hair.

Sed lex dura lex," said Jace automatically. "The Law is hard, but it is the Law.

A pure fountain gives pure water

I'm changing the channel," Simon announced, seizing the remote. "I'm tired of this anime. I cant tell what the plot is and no one ever has sex." "Of course they dont," Clary said, taking another chip. "Anime is wholesome family entertainment." "If you're in the mood for less wholesome entertainment we could try the porn channels," Simon observed. "Would you rather watch The Witches of Breastwick or As I Lay Dianne ?" "Give me that!" Clary grabbed for the remote... -Simon & Clary, pg.16 & 17-

Saw that movie,' said Kit. 'Read that book,' Tessa shot back.

I let you come to my salon because you amuse me, Matthew Fairchild. Because you are a child - a silly and beautiful child, who touches fire because it is lovely, and forgets that it will burn him.

What about you, little girl? You going to be a Shadowhunter like your dad?" Clary tried to hide her annoyance. "No," she said. "I'm going to be a Shadowhunter, but I'm not going to be like my father. And my name's Clarissa, but you can call me Clary." The elevator came to a stop; the doors slid open. The warlock woman's blue eyes rested on Clary for a moment. "Oh, I know your name," she said. "Clarissa Morgenstern. Little girl who stopped a big war.

Ragnor and Catarina both begged him to give the instrument up. Random strangers on the street begged him to give the instrument up. Even cats ran away from him.

Isabelle glanced back at them. "They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets." She grinned. "Or," Simon said ,"maybe they're here for the hash browns.

I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing

His heart exploding paint and colours because he could not speak the words.

The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish that he was my brother and you weren't." - Clary