Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Never trust a duck.

Raziel's sixty feet tall?" "Actually, he's only fifty-nine feet tall, but he likes to exaggerate," said Magnus. Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Valentine raised an angel in his cellar. I don't see why you need all this space—" "Because Valentine is just WAY MORE AWESOME than me,

Jem?" he said. 'It is you, James?' 'Who else?' Jem's voice.

He has many things I haven't got," said Jace. "Like nearsightedness, bad posture, and an appalling lack of coordination." -Jace about Simon, pg. 331-

As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn't help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn't be sad — or even grieved? But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine.

Alec looked horrified, as if she'd asked him to put on a tutu and execute a perfect pirouette.

How are you feeling?" "Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater." -Clary & Simon, pg.297-

endless hope, endless disappointment.

Demon pox,' said Will with the satisfaction of the truly vindicated.

wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness

I don't think Will Herondale and a sense of responsibility are even on speaking terms

Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his wrist. He glanced down and saw Jem's hand braceleting his own. For a moment he was too shocked to do anything but stare. "I am not dead yet, Will," Jem said in a soft voice, thin but as strong as wire. "What did Magnus mean by asking you if I knew you were in love with Tessa?

I am not going to live, and I can choose to be as much for her as I can be, to burn as brightly for her as I wish, and for a shorter time, than to burden her with someone only half-alive for a longer time. It is my choice, William, and you cannot make it for me.

Zara: It's just a registry... Kit: Am I the only one who's read X-Men and realizes why this is a bad idea?

The next thing I knew I was listening to five people shouting. What was that all about, anyway?

But am I clever and right or clever and wrong?

Sebastian: YOU'RE Ragnor Fell the warlock? Magnus: Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship—and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that—so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours.

It was a very bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea he had ever heard. It was irresistible.

Sebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut. Clary stared at Jace. "What the f-" "Language, Fray." Jace's eyes danced. "Relax.

Obviously you would call them Malec," said Beatriz. "Are you stupid, Simon?

HOUSE RULES [at the Praetor Lupus Headquarters] No shape-shifting in the hallways. No howling. No silver. Clothing must be worn at all times. ALL TIMES. No fighting. No biting. Mark all your food before you put it in the communal refrigerator.

There she is." Alec spotted his sister and waved her over, looking relieved. "Over here. And watch out for the phouka." "Watch out for the phouka?" Jace repeated, glancing toward a thin brown-skinned man in a green paisley vest who eyed Isabelle thoughtfully as she walked by. "He pinched me when I passed him earlier," Alec said stiffly. "In a highly personal area." "I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sister's.