Cassandra Clare

“Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?”

“I have mastered many things in my life. Navigating the streets of London, speaking French without an accent, dancing the quadrille, the Japanese art of flower arranging, lying at charades, concealing a highly intoxicated state, delighting young women with my charms..."Tessa stared."Alas," he went on, "no one has ever actually referred to me as 'the master,' or 'the magister,' either. More's the pity...”

“Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else's.”

“Seeing through glamour is easy. It's people that are hard.”

“They confused beauty with innocence and harmlessness.”

“Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.”

“It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true.''And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too.”

“With Jace, you don't really get to choose your insulting nickname.”

“Because you told me you don't have feelings for me anymore, and you see, that's very akward, because I still have them for you. And I bet you know it.”

“Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to Clary. What are you punishing yourself for? You can't help how you feel.”

“Regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?”

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

“Doing the right thing because you love someone sucks sometimes.”

“There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?”

“I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe?" He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining."No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.”

“How many other people?" Alec asked. "Roughly."Magnus shook his head. "I can't count, and it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is how I feel about you.""More than a hundred?" Alec asked. Magnus looked blank. "Two hundred?""I can't believe we're having this conversation now," Magnus said.”

“But isn't that what love is, Clarissa? Ownership? 'I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine,' as the Song of Songs goes.""No. And don't quote the Bible at me. I don't think you get it...It's not just that someone belongs to you, it's that you give yourself to them. I doubt you've ever given anything to anyone. Except maybe nightmares.""To give yourself to someone?" The thin smile didn't waver. "As you've given yourself to Jonathan?" "What?""You think I haven't seen the way you two look at each other? The way he says your name? You may not think I can feel, but that doesn't mean I can't see feelings in others.”

“What was that?" Jace said. "Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.”

“Sophie said to me once that she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face. This is your true self, Tessa. This power is who you are. Whoever loves you now--and you must also love yourself--will love the truth of you.”

“Yes," Jace said, "I regret having disobeyed you."No! Clary thought, but her heart sank. Was he giving up, did he think it was the only way to save her and Simon?Valentine's face softened. "Jonathan-""Especially," Jace said, "since I plan to do it again. Right now.”

“Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?""Because she loves you," said Valentine.Clary felt the blood drain out of her face.”

“I believe in good and evil," said Jem. "And I believe the soul is eternal. But I don't believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or endless torment. I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness.”

“Now," Clary said. "I don't want to wait. Do you?"He didn't reply, just got up off the floor and picked his shirt. He looked at Clary, and almost smiled. "If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of them left, and I don't want them to die of excitement."Clary got up off the bed and threw a pillow at him, mostly out of relief. She reached for her clothes and began to pull her shirt on. Just before it went over her head, she caught sight of the knife lying on the bedspread, gleaming like a fork of silvery flame.”

“Maybe you just never knew what it was like to want something you couldn't have before”

“But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.”

“Crying wouldn't help anything now.”

“Are you going to wolf out and eat me now?""Certainly not, you'd be stringy and hard to digest.""But kosher.""I'll be sure to point any Jewish lycanthropes in your direction.”

“Don't be a sexist. They could find me a female instructor.""In that case you have my permission to make out with her, as long as I can watch.”

“Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?”

“I was following you.' - Jace'Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.' - Simon”

“Clearly,' said Luke, 'something's going on that I don't know about.'Simon looked over at him. 'Sometimes I think that's the motto of my life.”

“I have a dress fitting to get to at three.' (Simon)'Cool,' said Kyle, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. 'Get them to make you something in red. It's totally your color.”

“Do you even really know how vampires are made?''Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much...”

“Why did you ask me to live with you? Werewolves hate vampires.”“I don’t,” said Kyle.” I’m not too fond of their kind, though.” He jabbed a finger at Jace. “They think they’re better than everyone else.”“No,” said Jace. “I think I’m better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.”Kyle looked at Simon. “Does he always talk like this?”“Yes.”

“And now, I’m going to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, he said to Simon. “You,” he said to Jace, “well, I guess I’ll see you around. You’re the first Shadowhunter I’ve ever met.”“That’s too bad,” said Jace, “since all the ones you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown.”Kyle rolled his eyes and left, banging his bedroom door shut behind him.”

“Beati bellicosi. Blessed are the warriors.”“Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scott. Respectable old werewolf family.”Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?”Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!”“Well, I don’t know anything about your past, do I?” Alec demanded. “You won’t tell me anything; you just say it doesn’t matter.”Magnus’s face was expressionless, but there was a dark tinge of anger to his voice. “Does this mean every time I mention anyone I’ve ever met, you’re going to ask me if I had an affair with them?”Alec’s expression was stubborn, but Simon couldn’t help having a flash of sympathy; the hurt behind his blue eyes was clear. “Maybe.”“I met Napoleon once,” said Magnus. “We didn’t have an affair, though. He was shockingly prudish for a Frenchman.”“You met Napoleon?” Jordan, who appeared to be missing most of the conversation, looked impressed. “So it’s true what they said about warlocks, then?”Alec gave him a very unpleasant look. “What’s true?”“Alexander,” said Magnus coldly, and Clary met Simon’s eyes across the table. Hers were wide, green, and full of an expression that said Uh-oh. “You can’t be rude to everyone who talks to me.”Alec made a wide, sweeping gesture. “And why not? Cramping your style, am I? I mean, maybe you were hoping to flirt with werewolf boy here. He’s pretty attractive, if you like the messy-haired, broad-shouldered, chiseled-good looks type.”“Hey, now,” said Jordan mildly.Magnus put his head in his hands. “Or there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways. Is there anything you aren’t into?”“Mermaids,” said Magnus into his fingers. “They always smell like seaweed.”“It’s not funny,” Alec said savagely, and kicking back his chair, he got up from the table and stalked off into the crowd.”

“Do you want to go back to Vienna?” he said.Alec didn’t answer, just stared into space.“Or we could go somewhere else,” said Magnus. “Anywhere you want. Thailand, South Carolina, Brazil, Peru – Oh, wait, no, I’m banned from Peru. I’d forgotten about that. It’s a long story, but amusing if you want to hear it.”

“What were you dreaming about?""You." He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger. "I always dream about you.""Oh, yeah? Because I thought you were having a nightmare."He tipped his head back to look at her. "Sometimes I dream you're gone," he said. "I keep wondering when you'll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.”

“Anyway, he's [Simon] obviously not here. Go back to what you were doing. What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say." And she [Isabelle] stalked off, back toward the bar. - City of Fallen Angels pg 188 hardcover”

“Henry," said Charlotte, who appeared to have recovered from her shock, "if you set yourself on fire deliberately, I will institute divorce proceedings. Now sit down and eat your supper. And say hello to our guest.”

“Oh, he's rude to everyone," said Isabelle airily. "It's what makes him so damn sexy.”

“There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of her tower for someone to ride up and rescue her. Not that traditional princess behavior was like Isabelle at all. Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.”

“What did Isabelle want?" Jace asked.Alec hesitated. "Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us.""Sure," said Magnus. "And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour."Alec looked puzzled. "Who's Madonna?""Who's the Queen of the Seelie Court?" said Clary."She is the Queen of Faerie," said Magnus. "Well, the local one, anyway."Jace put his head in his hands. "Tell Isabelle no.""But she thinks it's a good idea," Alec protested."Then tell her no twice.”

“Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop”

“My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.”

“Love isn't a weakness.”

“You can't forget the things you did in the past, or you'll never learn from them.”

“You could give me the past,“ he said a little sadly. “But Alec is my future.”

“The path to hell is an easy one.”

“You're not going," he said as soon as she'd finished. "If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going to Idris." - Jace”