Cassandra Clare

“Why didn’t you wake me up?''I thought you could use the rest. Besides, you were sleeping like the dead. You even drooled,' he added. 'On my shirt.'Clary‘s hand flew to her mouth. 'Sorry.''Its not often you get to see someone drool,' Jace observed. 'Especially with such total abandon. Mouth wide open and everything.”

“But-Jace what are you doing?''Finishing my shower. And if you‘ve made me run through all the hot water, I‘ll be very annoyed.”

“The Queen‘s smile was wide and terrible. “What if I told you she could be freed by a kiss?”“You want Jace to kiss you?” Clary said, bewildered.…“Despite his charms,” the Queen said, “that kiss will not free the girl.”The four looked at each other, startled. “I could kiss Meliron, ” suggested Isabelle.“Nor that. Nor any one of my court.”Meliron moved away from Isabelle, who looked at her companions and threw up her hands. “I‘m not kissing any of you,” she said firmly. “Just so its official.”…Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Oh, for the Angel‘s sake. Look, if there’s no other way of getting out of this, I‘ll kiss Simon. I‘ve done it before, it wasn’t that bad.”“Thanks,” said Simon. “That’s very flattering.”“Alas,” said the Queen of the Seelie Court…“I‘m afraid that wont do either.”“Well, I‘m not kissing the mundane,” said Jace. “I‘d rather stay down here and rot.”“Forever?” said Simon. “Forever‘s an awfully long time.”Jace raised his eyebrows. “I knew it,” he said. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”Simon threw up his hands in exasperation. “Of course not. But if-”“I guess its true what they say,” observed Jace. “There are no straight men in the trenches.”“That’s atheists, jackass,” said Simon furiously. “There are no atheists in the trenches.”

“Simon kept pace beside Clary for a few moments without speaking before he said, “So what did I miss? Naked dancing ladies?”Clary thought of the male faerie‘s torn-open ribs and shuddered. “Nothing that pleasant.”

“I do not understand how you humans can walk in shoes that are that tall.”“Its my motto,” said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. “Nothing less than seven inches.”

“Are you allowed to date faeries?” Clary asked finally. “Would your-would the Lightwoods be cool with Isabelle and whatshisname-”“Meliron,” put in Simon.“-Meliron going out?”“I‘m not sure they‘re going out,” Jace said, weighting the last two words with a heavy irony. “I‘d guess they mostly stay in. or in this case, under.”

“Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.”

“the cuckoo bird," she said, "You see, cuckoos are parasites. THey lay their eggs in in other birds' nests. Whhen the egg hatches, the baby cuckoopushes the other birds out of the nest. THe poor parent birds work to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places.'Enormous?' said Jace. 'Did you just call me fat?'It was an analogy.'I am not fat.”

“Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.”

“She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.”

“There's more to someone being lovable than the way they look." "...he told me that the way you can tell if a bug or a snake is poisonous, like, is if it's got really lovely, bright markings. The more the beautiful its skin is, the more deadly it is." "All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.”

“Valentine whirled. Clary, lying half-conscious in the sand, her wrists and arms a screaming agony, stareddefiantly back. For a moment their eyes met—and he looked at her, really looked at her, and sherealized it was the first time her father had ever looked her in the face and seen her. The first and onlytime.“Clarissa,” he said. “What have you done?”Clary stretched out her hand, and with her finger she wrote in the sand at his feet. She didn’t draw runes.She drew words: the words he had said to her the first time he’d seen what she could do, when she’ddrawn the rune that had destroyed his ship.MENE MENE TEKEL UPSHARIN.”

“Will: I say we sell her to the Gypsies on Hampstead Heath. I hear they puchase spare women as well as hoses.Charlotte: Will, stop it. That's ridivulous.Will:You're right. They'd never buy her. Too scrawny.”

“We shall throw him out onto the streets, I promise you he'll be gone by morning.Oh-no, you can't mean that-Of course I don't. But you felt better for a moment there, didn't you?”

“One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”

“Jem: I know what you're thinking.Tessa:I don't think you do.You're think, If they call this damp nastiness summer, what must winter be like? You'd be surprised. Winter's actually much the same. It's spring that's really lovely.Tessa:Is it?Jem:No. It's actually quite foggy and wet as well.”

“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”

“Gabriel: Good thing we were there to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of your reputation.Will:Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact? Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not doing something wrong, as the case may be. Thomas! We must away at once to the mearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship.”

“Maybe I want a black eye. Did you think of that?”

“Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray”

“Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same.”

“Pain is only what you allow it to be”

“Family is more than blood”

“Jem" I have an assignmation in Soho this evening with a certain attractive someone.Tessa: Goodness. If you keep seeing Six-Fingered Nigel like this, he'll expect you to declare your intentions.Jem choked on his tea.”

“If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie--not really dead but not really alive, either.”

“No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns.”

“Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat of soft green velvet, the color of moss. "I can't believe you did it!" she exclaimed. "How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?""Traded him for Alec," Clary said.Isabelle looked mildly alarmed. "Not permanently?""No," said Jace. "Just for a few hours. Unless I don't come back," he added thoughtfully. "In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy."Isabelle looked dubious. "Mom and Dad won't be pleased if they find out.""That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Simon inquired. "No, probably not.”

“You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me."She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen."But I don't want anything else in the world.”

“I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners."Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.”

“It's a coffee cup."She could hear the irritation in her own voice. "I know it's a coffee cup.""I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram.”

“It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.”

“That was enterprising," Will sounded nearly impressed.Nate smiled. Tess shot him a furious look. "Don't look pleased with yourself. When Will says 'enterprising' he means 'morally deficient.'""No, I mean enterprising," said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done'.”

“How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.”

“It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind.”

“Jem seemed to look through her then, as if he were seeing something beyond her, beyond the corridor, beyond the Institute itself. "Whatever you are physically," he said, "male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy--all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside." He smiled them, seeming to have come back to himself, slightly embarrassed. "That's what I believe.”

“You know," Gabriel said, "there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will.""There was a time I thought I was a ferret," Will said, "but that turned out to be the opium haze. Did you know it had that effect? Because I didn't.”

“Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait.""I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life.”

“He'll come back," Simon said again. "For you.”

“Oh, come on," Clary said. "You're a vampire, not Spider-Man.”

“I am one of the Clave. It's in my blood and bones. So tell me, if you're so sure this wasn't my fault, why is it that the first thought in my mind when I saw Abbadon wasn't for my fellow warriors but for you?" His other hand came up; he was holding her face, prisoned between his palms. "I know-I knew-Alec wasn't acting like himself. I knew something was wrong. But all I could think about was you...”

“My blood in his veins." ~Jace”

“I could give you a thiught sheath to put that in,"Isabelle offered. "I got tons.""CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.Clary shot him an irritated look. "Thanks, but I'm not really a thigh sheath kind of girl,"-pg. 214”

“I think its more important for you to go than me. You‘re Valentine’s son, I‘m sure you‘re the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you‘re charming.”Jace glared at him.“Maybe not at the moment,” Alec amended. “But you‘re usually charming. And faeries are very susceptible to charm.”“Plus, if you stay here, I‘ve got the whole first season of Gilligan’s Island on DVD,” Magnus said.“No one could turn that down,” said Jace.-Alec, Magnus, & Jace, pg.148 & 149-”

“Tell Isabelle no.”“But she thinks it’s a good idea,” Alec protested.“Then tell her no twice.”Alec frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Oh, just that some of Isabelle’s ideas are world-beaters and some are total disasters. Remember that idea she had about using abandoned subway tunnels to get around under the city? Talk about giant rats-”“Lets not,” said Simon. “I‘d rather not talk about rats at all, in fact.”“This is different,” said Alec. “She wants us to go to the Seelie Court.”“You‘re right, this is different,” said Jace. “This is her worst idea ever.”-Jace, Alec, & Simon, pg.145-”

“What’s going on?”“We seem to be trapped in an episode of One Life to Waste,” Magnus observed. “Its all very dull.”-Alec & Magnus, pg.144-”

“Told you what?” Alec’s hand slid up Jace’s arm to his shoulder. Magnus cleared his throat. Alec dropped his hand, red-faced, while Simon grinned into his undrunk coffee.-pg.139-”

“We need to talk,” she said. “All of us. About what we‘re going to do now.”“I was going to watch Project Runway,” said Jace. “Its on next.”“No you‘re not,” said Magnus. He snapped his fingers and the TV went off, releasing a small puff of smoke as the picture died. “You need to deal with this.”“Suddenly you‘re interested in solving my problems?”“I‘m interested in getting my apartment back. I‘m tired of you cleaning all the time.” Magnus snapped his fingers again menacingly. “Get up.”“Or you‘ll be the next one to go up in smoke,” said Simon with relish.“There’s no need to clarify my snap,” said Magnus. “The implication was clear in the snap itself.”

“We came to see Jace,” Clary said. “Is he all right?”“I don’t know,” Magnus said. “Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?”“What-” Alec began, and broke off as Magnus laughed. “That’s not funny.”“You‘re so easy to tease. And yes, your friend is just fine. Well, except that he keeps putting all my things away and trying to clean up. Now I cant find anything. He‘s compulsive.”“Jace does like things neat,” Clary said…“Well I don’t.”

“Before Clary could respond, Jace’s eyes slid open. He looked up at the warlock, dazzled and dizzy. “What are you doing here?”Magnus grinned down at Jace, and his teeth sparkled like sharpened diamonds.“Hey roommate,” he said.-pg. 128-”

“He wont have to worry about you spilling his secrets.”“Yeah,” Jace said, “he‘s terrified I‘ll tell everyone that he‘s always really wanted to be a ballerina.”-Inquisitor & Jace about Valentine, pg.123-”