Quotes by Cassandra Clare

That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your 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.

Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers we get Aquatruck.

Jem gave her a wistful look. “Must you go? I was rather hoping that you’d stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must.” “I’ll stay,” Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. “I can minister angelically.” “None too convincingly. And you’re not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,” Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow. “How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared it to gazing at the radiance of the sun.” Jem still had his eyes closed. “If they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.

If youre texting Magnus to say I think u r kewl Im going to kill you

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 youd know that.

What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name

So its true what they say about warlocks,

Will suspected Jem was in fact cleverer than he was himself - but he lacked Wills tendency to assume the absolute worst about people and proceed from there.

What did Isabelle want? Jace asked.Alec hesitated. Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us.Sure, said Magnus. And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour.Alec looked puzzled. Whos Madonna?Whos the Queen of the Seelie Court? said Clary.She is the Queen of Faerie, said Magnus. Well, the local one, anyway.Jace put his head in his hands. Tell Isabelle no.But she thinks its a good idea, Alec protested.Then tell her no twice.

You dont want him, she said to the pink-haired girl. He has syphilis.The girls stared. Syphilis?Five percent of people in America have it, said Ty helpfully.I do not have syphilis, Mark said angrily. There are no sexually transmitted diseases in Faerieland!”Sorry, Jules said. You know how syphilis is. Attacks the brain.

Simon! Clary shouted, and seized his arm. What? Simon looked alarmed.Im not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isnt a very attractive woman, for her age.

Wait a second, Clary said.I never understand why people say that, Luke said, to no one in particular. I wasnt going anywhere.

Thats your truck parked up by the factory isnt it? Magnus pointed. Its awfully butch for a bookseller.

Why are you wearing a T-shirt under your other T-shirt? Livvy asked.In case one of them is stolen, Marked said, as it were entirely normal.

Honestly, Clary, if you dont start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just dont know what Ill do with you.

Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose was floating in it, and he seemed prepared to stare at it until it went under. In the Kitchen Bridget was still singing one of her awful sad songs; the lyrics drifted in through the door: Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air, I heard a maid making her moan; Said, Saw ye my father? Or ye my mother? Or saw ye my brother John? Or saw ye the lad that I love best, And his name it is Sweet William? I may murder her, Tessa thought. Let her make a song about that.

There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of her tower for someone to ride up and rescue her. Not that traditional princess behavior was like Isabelle at all. Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.

The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and...And his arm looked like an eggplant, Clary muttered to herself in exasperation.

I brought you some coffee.” he held out the cup but she waved it away.“I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet.”At that he smiled. “How would you know what feet taste like?”“I just know.”-Luke and Clary, pg.209-

Nobody calls me blondie and keeps their kneecaps.