Quotes from Cassandra Clare

If this is your idea of glamour, I'm having second thoughts about letting you make me over.

I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. "Faeries have no sense of humor." "Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not," he added, "that I have ever been there.

Wallowing was for elephants, depressing people and depressing elephants

Is that why you didn't call me? Because I'm an idiot?

As long as she is alive and well and happy in this world, I will find a way to be happy as well, even if it is not beside her

Whoa, sexy weirdness," said Emma. "This may be more sexy weirdness than I can handle." "It is not weird!" "It is," said Emma. "You are headed for a faerie threesome. Or some kind of war." "Emma!" "Hot faerie threesome," said Emma cheerfully. "I can say I knew you when.

James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?

But the person who stepped out of the front door was tall and thin, with short, spiky dark hair. he was wearing a gold mesh vest and a pair of silk pajama pants. He regarded Clary with mild interest, puffing gently on a fantastically large pipe as he did so. Though he looked nothing at all like a Viking, he was instantly and totally familiar. Magnus Bane

You think you can't survive without Livvy, but you can. We will go through it together." Kit's face was cold; he realized he was crying. "I love you, Ty. I love you.

Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you." Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said. "I am stunningly attractive." "Haven't you ever heard that modesty is an attractive trait?" "Only from ugly people," Jace confided. "The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.

Life was an uncertain thing.

The kitchen was just as empty, even the refrigerator gone, the chairs, the table--the kitchen cabinets stood open, their bare shelves reminder her of a nursery rhyme. She cleared her throat. "What would demons," she said, "want with our microwave?

My blood in his veins." ~Jace

Yech," said Simon. "Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.

Another vampire pushed her way through the crowd to stand at his side—a pretty blue-haired Asian girl in a silver foil skirt. Clary wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones. Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.

In the dark and the shadows where secrets lived, that was where Julian survived. It was how he had managed for years.

None of this is fair. It isn't fair that part of your life was ripped from you. It's not fair that you were ripped away from me. I'm so angry Simon.

The Law is annoying, but it is also flexible.

I think you were the wrong person for the Jace that I was, but not the Jace that I am now, the Jace you helped make me. Who is, incidentally, a Jace I like much better than the old one. You've changed me for the better, and even if you left me, I would still have that.

I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?

As if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. Since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely.

To draw something is to try to capture it FOREVER, if you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change

He cut her off with brutal precision. "And one last thing." His eyes flicked toward the door, through which Jace, Alec, and Isabelle had disappeared. "Keep in mind that when your mother fled from the Shadow World, it wasn't the monsters she was hiding from. Not the warlocks, the wolf-men, the Fair Folk, not even the demons themselves. It was them. It was the Shadowhunters.

You know the stories of my grandfather, I am sure?" Jesse asked. Lucie raised an eyebrow. "The one who turned into a great worm because of demon pox, and was slain by my father and uncles?" "I feared your parents would not have considered it the kind of tale suitable for a young lady's ears," said Jesse. "I see that was an idle concern." "They tell it every Christmas," said Lucie smugly.