Cassandra Clare

“It was like a bad movie except he didn’t actually twirl his mustache.”-Jace to Maryse about Valentine, pg.122-”

“I can stand.”“It looks to me like you‘re using a wall to prop you up. that’s not my definition of ‘standing.’”“Its leaning,” Jace told him. “Leaning comes right before standing.”

“Jace wasn’t exactly prone to random fits of panic”

“Now before we do any digging around in that blond head of yours to find out the truth, I suggest you cool your temper. And I know just where you can do that best.”Jace blinked. “Are you sending me to my room?”

“Though you did eat all the pizza.""I only had five slices," Simon protested, leaning his chair backward so it balanced precariously on its two back legs."How many slices did you think were in a pizza, dork?" Clary wanted to know."Less than five slices isn't a meal. It's a snack." Simon looked apprehensively at Luke. "Does this mean you're going to wolf out and eat me?""Certainly not." Luke rose to toss the pizza box into the trash. "You would be stringy and hard to digest.”

“It was truly amazing, Clary thought, how much teenage boys were able to eat without ever gaining weight or making themselves sick.-pg.68-”

“Bitten? You mean you're a-""A werewolf," said the girl. "Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole's sister.”

“Well, I hate to tell you this," she said, "but your friend is an asshole.""He's not my friend," said Simon. "And I couldn't agree with you more, actually."-Maia & Simon about Jace, pg.49-”

“Not everything Jace did was insane and suicidal, she reminded herself. It just seemed that way.-Clary, pg.46-”

“The moment the door opened, Jace seized up a yellow pencil lying on the desk and threw it. It sailed through the air and struck the wall just next to Luke's head, where it stuck, vibrating. Luke's eyes widened.Jace smiled faintly. "Sorry, I didn't realize it was you."...Luke indicated Simon and Clary with a wave of his hand. "I brought some people to see you."Jace's eyes moved to them. They were as black as if they had been painted on. "Unfortunately," he said, "I only had the one pencil."-Jace & Luke, pg.43-”

“I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete," said Simon."I know alot of people," said Luke. "Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk.”

“Why, oh why, had Jace picked a fight with a pack of wolves? What had possessed him? Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.-Clary, pg.40-”

“You're Nephilim," he said. "The Clave owes us protection in these circumstances."..."I dont see anything you need protecting from here," said the boy. "Except some bad décor and a possible mold problem. But you can usually clear that up with bleach.""There's a dead body outside this bar's front door," said Bat, enunciating carefully. "Dont you think-""I think it's a little too late for him to need protection," said the boy, "if he's already dead."-Freaky Pete, Jace, & Bat, pg.35 & 36-”

“I'm changing the channel," Simon announced, seizing the remote. "I'm tired of this anime. I cant tell what the plot is and no one ever has sex.""Of course they dont," Clary said, taking another chip. "Anime is wholesome family entertainment.""If you're in the mood for less wholesome entertainment we could try the porn channels," Simon observed. "Would you rather watch The Witches of Breastwick or As I Lay Dianne?""Give me that!" Clary grabbed for the remote...-Simon & Clary, pg.16 & 17-”

“He was wearing a look that she found odd and compelling - that amusement that didn’t seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.”

“Will spread his arms wide. On his knees, grinning like a demon, blood dripping from his mouth, he barely looked human himself. “Come and get me.”

“You know what I am." The words breathed out in an auguished whisper. "I'm part demon, Clary. Part demon. You understood that much, didn't you?" His eyes bored into her like drills. "You saw what Valentine was trying to do. He used demon blood-used it on me before I was even born. I'm part monster. Part everthing I've tried so hard to burn out, to destroy.”

“Someday, Will, I will go where none can follow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later. Have you ever asked yourself why I agreed to be your parabatai?”

“If you have a soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.”

“That’s your truck parked up by the factory isn’t it?” Magnus pointed. “It’s awfully butch for a bookseller.”

“It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.”

“Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything?”

“I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I do hate you and then I see you and I...”

“Jace suggested that the cast of "Gilligan's Island" could go do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.”

“Despite everything, I can’t bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other.”

“Magnus raised his hands above his head and clapped once. The room flooded with light. "You see? You think that would be possible without magic? "Actually," replied Simon, "It is. If you watched infomercials you'd know that.”

“It was odd, (Tessa thought), what brought out tenderness in people.”

“There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.”

“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, and then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for.”

“There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then."She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.”

“You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?""A long one?”

“I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.”

“Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. “Clary-““She said she doesn’t want it,” said Simon. “Ha-ha.”“Ha-ha?” Jace looked incredulous. “That’s your comeback?”

“You think she’ll be able to talk sense into him?” she asked. “His sister?”"If he listens to anyone, it would be her.”“That’s sweet,” said Maia. “That he loves his sister like that.”“Yeah,” Simon said. “It’s precious”

“You're not happy to see me, then?' Jace said. 'I have to say, I'm surprised. I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.”

“There's no need to clarify my finger snap," said Magnus. "The implication was clear in the snap itself.”

“It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green.""If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.”

“It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.”

“Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?""No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.”

“I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.”

“Jace: "I guess we better move the trash. We can start with the Dumpster," looking unenthusiastic.Clary: "You'd rather face a ravening horde of demons, wouldn't you?"Jace: "At least they wouldn't be crawling with maggots. Well, not most of them, anyway. There was this one demon, once, that I tracked down to the sewers under Grand Central--"Clary: "Don't. I'm not really in the mood right now."Jace: "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me."Clary: "Stick with me and it won't be the last.”

“I only count the hours that shine.”

“Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)”

“I saw Jonathan after he faced the fear demon, you know. It showed itself to him as you. That told me all I needed to know. The greatest fear in Jonathan’s life is the love he feels for his sister.”

“Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire his kiss, she won’t be free.”

“He looked back at her, and when she saw the look on his face, she saw his eyes at Renwick’s, when he had watched the Portal that separated him from his home shatter into a thousand irretrievable pieces. He held her gaze for a split second, then looked away from her, the muscles in his throat working. ”

“I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.”

“I guess it’s 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.”

“I don't hate you, Jace.""I don't hate you, either."She looked up at him, relieved. "I'm glad to hear that—""I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I think I do hate you and then I see you and I—"Her hands had grown numb with their grip on the blanket. "And you what?""What do you think?" Jace shook his head. "Why should I tell you everythingabout how I feel when you never tell me anything? It's like banging my head on awall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop."Clary's lips were trembling so violently that she found it hard to speak. "Do you think it's easy for me?" she demanded.”

“Mother." Alec's voice as he interrupted his mother was firm, implacable, and notunkind. "Father. There's something I have to tell you." He smiled at them. "I'm seeing someone."Robert Lightwood looked at his son with some exasperation. "Alec," he said."This is hardly the time.""Yes, it is. This is important. You see, I'm not just seeing anyone." Wordsseemed to be pouring out of Alec in a torrent, while his parents looked on inconfusion. Isabelle and Magnus were staring at him with expressions of nearly identical astonishment. "I'm seeing a Downworlder. In fact, I'm seeing a war—"Magnus's fingers moved, quick as a flash of light, in Alec's direction. There was a faint shimmer in the air around Alec — his eyes rolled up — and he dropped to the floor, felled like a tree.”