Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.' Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.' Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.

Do you think it's possible to do something so bad, even if you didn't mean to do it, that you can never come back from it? That no one can forgive you?" Luke looked at him for a long, silent moment. Then he said, "Think of someone you love, Simon. Really love. Is there anything they could ever do that would mean you would stop loving them?

What are you doing here anyway?" "'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet?" -Clary & Jace, pg.306-

Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.

The most interesting women are always the most whispered about.

Hotter than me? --Jace

Valentine!" "You mean father. I despise this modern habit of calling one's parents by their names." "What I want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name." - Clary Fray and Valentine Morgenstern (City of Ashes)

This cat is looking at me with judgment.""He's not," said Jules. "That's just his face.""You look at me the same way," Mark said, glancing at Julian. "Judgy face.

Amor verus numquam moritur...

He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. "You want to tell me what this is?" he demanded. "It's a door, Jace," said Clary.

The more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is. That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.

I know you have nothing to worry about. I wasn't in love with Mark. I'll never be in love with anyone again who isn't you.

Change is not always accomplished peacefully, but that does not make it disadventageous.

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

And I behold London, a Human awful wonder of God' He (Will) stared out over the landscape. "Milton thought Hell was a city, you know. I think maybe he had it half-right. Perhaps London is just Hell's entrance, and we are th damned souls refusing to pass through, fearing that what we will find on the other side will be worse than the horror we already know.

Shotgun!" announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van. Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. "Where?" "She means she wants the front seat," said Jace, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.

Sometimes when you start a war, you want to make pancakes.

Simon's dark eyes were serious. "I trust you," he said "I don't trust him ." He cut his glance toward Jace, who was walking a few paces ahead of them, apparently conversing with the cat. Clary wondered what they were talking about. Politics? Opera? The high price of tuna?

I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.

I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you." - Tessa Gray

Goodness, real goodness, has it's own sort of cruelty to it.

Simon was looking at Jace as if he were both fascinating and also a little alarming. 'Did I--did we ever--did I bite you?' Jace touched the scar on his throat. 'I can't believe you remember that.' 'Did we...roll around on the bottom of a boat?' 'Yes you bit me, yes, I kind of liked it, yes, let's not talk about it again,' said Jace. 'You're not a vampire anymore. Focus.

You could sketch me," said Emma. She flung herself down onto her seat, leaning her head on her hand. " 'Draw me like one of your French girls.' " Julian grinned. "I hate that movie," he said. "You know I do." Emma sat up indignantly. "The first time we watched Titanic, you cried." "I had seasonal allergies," Jules said.

There was something about Jace, though, that made her want to push him, crack that shell of cynicism and make him admit her believed something, felt something, cared about anythinng at all.