Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Matthew held out his hands. "Pax," he said, wheedlingly. "Let it be peace between us. You can pour the rest of the port on my head." James' mouth curved up into a smile. It was impossible to stay angry with Matthew. It was almost impossible to get angry at Matthew.

Hell," he said. "Just when it was getting interesting, too." And he leaped into the water after his friend.

Enough of what? Enough of behaving as you do. Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what you sister said to me when

He flushed, the colour dark against his pale skin. 'I mean. Tessa Gray, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?' Jem...

Sometimes you need to guard people against the things they want, as well as the things they fear.

We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.

You like the party? Is it in honour of anything? My cat's birthday. Where's your cat? I don't know, he ran away.

Magnus had often thought of getting a pet, but he had never considered acquiring a sullen teenage vampire. Once Raphael was gone, he thought, he was getting a cat. And he would always throw his cat a birthday party.

If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises? -Clary, pg.239-

Great," Simon said. "Maybe I'll even make it back before my mother notices I'm gone. What's the time difference between here and Manhattan?" "You have a mother?" Aline looked amazed.

Usually when you're in love, you're miserable.

There is so much in this store I can picture Magnus wanting," Simon said, picking up a glass bottle of body glitter suspended in some kind of oil. "Is it against some kind of rule to buy presents for someone who broke up with your friend?" "I guess it depends. Is Magnus your closer friend, or Alec?" "Alec remembers my name," said Simon, and he set the bottle back down.

Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth nothing. Whatever part you might act to the contrary, I see you as you really are, my blood brother. Not just better than you pretend to be, but better than most people could hope to be.

Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.

Nicely done, brother," said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him.

Alec is not a bunny rabbit. He's a shadowhunter.

He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.

He's a cousin of some friends of the Lightwoods or something. He's nice. I promise." "Nice, bah. He's gorgeous." Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things." "No. You can't have him." "Why not? Do you like him?" Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.

That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana." This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.

Demonic activity levels? Do they have a device that measures whether the demons inside the house are doing power yoga?" -Simon, pg.340-

Hold on to me," Alec said, and Magnus gave him the sort of smile that made Alec feel like someone had taken an apple corer to his heart and tried to dig out the center. "I always do, Alexander," he said. "I always do.

I've screwed everything up royally. I remember you saying that growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.

She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.