Cassandra Clare Quotes

American author

Cassandra Clare (born July 27, 1973) is the pseudonym of the young adult author Judith Rumelt. She is best known for her Shadowhunter Chronicles, consisting of The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices series, and The Bane Chronicles, a collection of short stories. Also included in the Shadowhunter Chronicles are the upcoming The Dark Artifices and The Last Hours series, the former of which will have its first installment released in 2015. Clare has previously written fan fiction under the pseudonym Cassandra Claire.

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Birth Name: Judith Rumelt

Alternative Names: Judith Lewis • Cassandra Claire

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

I don't see anything you need protecting from here," said the boy. "Except some bad decor and a possible mold problem. But you can usually clear that up with bleach.

I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.

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.

Do you think it was a coincidence?"
"Do I think what was a coincidence?"
"That we wound up in Pandemonium the same night that Jace and the others just happened to be there, pursuing a demon? The night before Valentine came for my mother?"
Simon shook his head. "I don't believe in coincidences."
"Neither do I."
"But I have to admit, coincidence or not, it turned out to be a fortuitous occurrence.

Was it weird hearing from Jace? I mean, since you found out . . ."
"Yes? Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?"
"No wonder that cat of his hates everyone.

Honestly Jace, don't you know better than to play with broken glass?

So she had a box. Lots of people have boxes. They keep things in them. It's a growing trend, I hear.

That sounds terrific. Just you, your comatose wife, your shell-shocked son, and you daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.

Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out of the car window if you feel like it."
Luke laughed. "I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

Wait a second."
"I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.

Drive fast, mundane. Drive like hell was following you.

Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
"At least you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
"Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.

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

Demonic activity levels? Do they have a device that measures whether the demons inside the house are doing power yoga?