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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A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-"
He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know."
"I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.

Much like postal service, demon hunters never sleep. 'Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these-'"
"You'd be in major trouble if gloom of night did stay you.

Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you'd get dressed up in a nurse's outfit and give me a sponge bath?"
"Actually, I think you misheard," Clary said. "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
Jace looked involuntarily over at Simon, who smiled at him widely. "As soon as I'm back on my feet, handsome."
"I knew we should have left you a rat.

I thought you guys said only some of the vampire bikes could fly?"
"Only some of them can!"
"How did you know this was one of them?"
"I didn't!

This is bad," said Jace.
"You said that before."
"It seemed worth repeating.

There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way, we're on our own.

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.

When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?

Where's Simon?" Clary interrupted.
Isabelle wobbled. "He's a rat," she said darkly.
"Did he do something to you?" Alec was full of brotherly concern. "Did he touch you? If he tried anything-"
"No, Alec," Isabelle said irritably. "Not like that. He's a rat

If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood,

Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed.

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

I didn't," said Jace. "At least, I didn't finish it. It's Magnus Bane." He grinned at Alec mockingly. "Rhymes with 'overcareful pain in the ass.'

Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.