Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Maia pulled on a braid. "I ran into Eric of all people. He told me what happened and that you'd backed out of Millenium Lint's gigs for the past two weeks because of it." "Actually, they changed their name," Jordan said. "They're Midnight Burrito now.

I don't know," Mark said, looking down at his own long pale fingers tangled in the little boy's brown curls. "He just – Julian left, and Tavvy fell asleep on my lap." He sounded amazed, wondering. "Of course he did," Cristina said. "He's your brother. He trusts you." "Nobody trusts a Hunter," Mark said.

All the stories are true

Sed lex, dura lex

You don't need to worry, though. He's not my type." "I don't think I've ever heard a girl say that before," said Simon. "I thought Jace was the kind of guy who was everyone's type.

You could know a man not by what his friends said about him, but by how he treated his servants.

When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand.

And therefor," said Magnus "We must go." Will blinked at him. "Go where?" "Don't worry about that right now, my love." Will blinked again. "Pardon?

Do you think…" He raised his eyebrows. "Do I think what?" "That Valentine might have drowned?" "Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body," said Simon. "That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes.

He has fought many battles with us" (Jace) By which you mean one battle" muttered Simon. "Two if you count the one I was a rat

We're late," she said, "The show is supposed to start in ten minutes. If some people hadn't decided that 'semiformal' meant 'seminaked'-" "Why are you calling me 'some people'?" Mark inquired. "I am only one person.

Do not let any of them tell you who you are. You are the flame that cannot be put out. You are the star that cannot be lost. You are who you have always been, and that is enough and more than enough. Anyone who looks at you and sees darkness is blind.

Then I lost him for a brief period of time, and by the time I caught up with him, he had wandered into Hyde Park, waded into the Serpetine, spread his arms wide, and was shouting, 'Ducks, embrace me as your king!

I'll find you something. Something that says Herondale." "I could slay with my deadly sense of humor and wicked charm," said Kit. "Now that says Herondale." Jace looked pleased.

Christopher, family for me was never blood. It was always the family I chose. But it turns out it's nice to have someone I'm related to in this world. Someone I can tell boring family stories to. Do you know about Will Herondale? Or James Herondale?" "I don't think so," said Kit. "Excellent. Hours of your time will be ruined," said Jace.

No, you don't need to help me. But if you don't, there's nothing stopping me from calling you up again and again, now that I know you can't kill me. Think of it as me leaning against your Heavenly doorbell… forever.

That demon woman you were lounging with on the divan," said Will. "Would you call her a friend, or more of a business associate?" Benedict's dark eyes hardened. "Insolent puppy—" "Oh, I'd say she was a friend," said Tessa. "One doesn't usually let one's business associates lick one's face. Although I could be wrong. What do I know about these things? I'm only a silly woman.

We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.

Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

Will sat down beside his wife and pulled her into his lap. "I am going to kiss your mother now," he announced. "Flee if you will, children. If not, we could play Ludo when the romance is over." "The romance is never over," said James glumly. Tessa laughed and put up her face to be kissed.

You want a round table meeting, we can have a round table meeting." "I love round tables," said Magnus brightly. "They suit me so much better than square.

The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she'd known in middle school who'd wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.

Looking for an entirely reliable informant is like looking for a chaste mistress.

If Jace was gold, catching the light and the attention, Alec was silver: so used to everyone else looking at Jace that that was where he looked too, so used to living in Jace's shadow that he didn't expect to be seen. Maybe it was enough to be the first person to tell Alec that he was worth being seen ahead of anyone in a room, and of being looked at longest. And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.