Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay." "I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider," said Simon.

Oh, Lord Montgomery, what do you mean to do with me in this bedroom when you have me all alone? An innocent maiden, and unprotected? Is my virtue safe? 'I, ah- what?' 'I know you are a dangerous man. Some call you a rake. Everybody knows you are a devil with the ladies with your poetically puffed shirt and irresistible pants. I pray you will consider my innocence. And my poor, vulnerable heart.' Simon decided this was a lot like role-playing in D&D, but potentially more fun.

It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

They also said she was unconscious and that Valentine wasn't happy about it. He seems to be waiting for her to wake up." "I'd stay unconscious if I were her," Isabelle muttered.

I dont know," said Simon, "it doesn't sound so bad to me. I'd rather have someone mess around inside my head than chop it off." "Then you're a bigger idiot than you look.

And I suppose you know who Magnus' father is?" Luke said. "I paid a lot of money once to find it out," Raphael said.

The sky was a road and the stars made pathways; the moon was a watchtower, a lighthouse that led you home.

The moment his hand closed about the stone, light blazed from it again, raying out through his fingers. For the first time Tessa saw that he had a design on the back of his hand, drawn there as if in black ink. It looked like an open eye. "As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray," he said, "let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate it never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.

What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot?" Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecily's eyes narrowed. "This morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like 'darling' or 'love'), now it's idiot.

Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?' 'Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora.' 'So your inner vampire is Magnus?

Goddamn it," Jace shouted over the noise. "I hate it when Simon is right.

He was wearing a look that she found odd and compelling - that amusement that didn't seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.

Perhaps I should send for my cat.

How could you be heartbroken and happy at the same time?

He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well...

She had made the choice for him - in a moment of flight and panic, but she had made it - not realizing that her Jace would rather die than be like this, and that she'd been not so much saving his life as damning him to an existence he would despise.

He hadn't stopped wanting love. He had simply, somehow, stopped looking.

I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had.

and don't start your own line of glitter and try to sell it at Sephora.

Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it.

He hadn't wanted to leave Emma, but at the same time he'd thought it would help. Like an addict getting away from the source of his addiction.

When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.

Cecily, what are you doing?" Will demanded, interrupting Gideon; he knew he sounded like a distracted parent, but he didn't care. Cecily has slid her blade into her belt and appeared to be trying to climb one of the small yew trees inside the first row of hedges. "Now is not the time for climbing trees!

Unfortunately, you never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.