Cassandra Clare Quotes

Well, I'm not kissing the mundane. I'd rather stay down here and rot."
"Forever? Forever's an awfully long time."
"I knew it. You want to kiss me, don't you?

Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades, electrum wire-- not much use at the moment, but it's always good to have a spare--silver bullets, charm of protection, crucifixes, stars of David-"
"Jesus," said Clary.
"I doubt he'd fit.

"Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said.
Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?"
"I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random."

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance novel covers? The-

And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, 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. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.

Because I foresee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin pina colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.

It's been so long that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong.

"Don't stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?"
"Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are."
"What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?"
"Don't be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies."

"I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?"
"A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus.

He said the Brothers owed the Herondales because of old ties. If he dies, it will be--" "--No one's fault. I remember when he put the protection spell on you. I told him I never wanted you to have anything to do with the Shadowhunters. He said it might not be my choice. He said that the pull of the Shadowhunters is like a riptide-- and he was right. I thought we had fought free, but here we are, back in Alicante, back in a war, and there sits my daughter with blood on her face and a Morgenstern blade in her hands.

Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.

"You're an idiot."
"I've never claimed to be otherwise."

"No. That's Clary; shes's my best friend." Simon pocketed his phone. "And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one."

Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand...

Oh, for goodness' sake, is he really waking us up at this ungodly hour just to prove his love to you or something?