Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. "My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health." -Jace to Clary, pg.284-

Hell is cold. Do you remember when you told me that? We were in the cellars of the Dark House. Anyone else would have been panicking, but you were as calm as a governess, telling me Hell was covered in ice. If it is the fire of Heaven that takes you from me, what a cruel irony that would be.

Will set his fork down and began cheerfully, in the manner of Edward Lear's Book of Nonsense: "There was once a lass from New York Who found herself hungry in York. But the bread was like rocks The parsnips shaped like -"

Will closed his eyes. He could not hear Jem go, not anymore; he did not want to know the moment when he left and Will was alone, did now want to know when his first day as a Shawdowhunter without a parabatai truly began. And if the place over his heart, where his parabatai rune had been, flared up with a sudden burning pain as the door closed behind Jem, Will told himself it was only a stray ember from the fire.

However, there is something you should have. Something every Shadowhunter should have." "An obnoxious, arrogant attitude?" Simon said.

Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat's. "But I would make a radiant bride.

You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as cactus," Catarina said, her voice flat. "Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy.

I don't have a reason to lie to you. Not now.' Jace's gaze remained steady. 'And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous.' 'Good,' Simon said. 'If you want to know why it's because you smell like blood.' 'It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.' Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knucles where blood had seeped through.

If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me

I don't think she doesn't believe she can die. I think, just like you always did, she believes there are things worth dying for.

Clothes were scattered across the floor in piles, a duffel bag open on the floor as if it had exploded. Isabelle's bright silver-gold whip hung from one bedpost, a lacy white bra from another. Simon averted his eyes. The curtains were drawn, the lamps extinguished. Isabelle flopped down on the edge of the bed and looked at him with bitter amusement. "A blushing vampire. Who would have guessed.

You know Jace Lightwood?" said Emma. "I-- What?" "He's famous," Emma said with obvious amazement. He's the best Shadowhunter. The best.

I think I'm better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.

It wasn't sexy," he said. "It was a little sexy," Simon said. He felt much better, having fed, and couldn't help but poke at Alec a bit. "It wasn't," said Alec. "I had some feelings," said Simon." "Do feel free to agonize about it on your own time.

You know," Kirk said finally, breaking the silence. "I see it. He is pretty hot.

I'm all right,' Jace protested, but his hand gripped Alec's sleeve tightly. 'I can stand.' It looks to me like you're using a wall to prop you up. That's not my definition of "standing."' It's leaning,' Jace told him. 'Leaning comes right before standing.

Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.

Interesting" he said. "You know, Simon never mentioned that his roommate was a werewolf.

I just want you to know," Alec said as he held his wrist out, "that I realize that to you vampires this feeding business sometimes equals sexy times." Simon's eyes widened. "My sister may have told me more than I wanted to know," Alec admitted. "Anyway, my point is that I am not attracted to you in the slightest.

Like all Herondales, his ability to love without measure, without end, was both his great gift and his great curse.

Alec flopped down on the opposite side of the fire and glared at them both. "And where have Jace and Clary gone?" "Ah," said Simon delicately. "Who can say..." "Straight people," Alec declared. "Why can't they control themselves?

Mark, looking beatific, took the dispenser of maple syrup off the table and upended it over his strawberries. He picked one up and put it in his mouth, stem and all. Julian stared at him. "What?" Mark said. "This is a perfectly normal thing to eat." "Sure it is," said Julian. "If you're a hummingbird.

Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will. -pg. 329-

He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it everyday.