Quotes by Cassandra Clare

Hes not feeling well, Clary said, catching at Simons wrist. Were going.No, Simon said. No, I — I need to talk to him. To the Inquisitor.Robert reached into his jacket and drew out a crucifix. Clary stared in shock as he held it up between himself and Simon. I speak to the Night’s Children Council representative, or to the head of the New York clan, he said. Not to any vampire who comes to knock at my door—Simon reached out and plucked the cross out of Roberts hand. Wrong religion, he said.

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. Be brave, she said. Its not a duck, is it?

In Wills experience, when someone who ought to be afraid wasnt, the reason was rarely bravery. Usually it meant that they knew something you didnt.

Why should we isolate people who are brave enough to try to become like us--who want to help people? Why should we treat them as if theyre less than us, until they prove their worthiness or die? I wont do it.

What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldnt even comfort yourself?

Were not dating, Alec said again.Oh? Magnus said. So youre just that friendly with everybody, is that it?

She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone.Sorry about that, guys! he yelled. All right. Im Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called Untitled. He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!Simon slid down in his seat. Please dont tell anyone I know him.Clary giggled. Who uses the word loins?Eric, Simon said grimly. All his poems have loins in them.Turgid is my torment! Eric wailed. Agony swells within!You bet it does, Clary said.

It is unusual,” said Cristina, “for a revolution to call for fewer rights for people, not more.

You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?

Will, she said softly, sleepily. Last night-- You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you. The glare from his blue eyes stabbed through her. There was no last night, he said through his teeth. At that, she sat up straight, almost awake. Oh, truly? We just went right from one afternoon on through till the next morning? How odd no one else remarked on it. I should think it some miracle, a day with no night--

Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.

Dont tell me, Jace said, Simons turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, youll have have to wait till tomorrow. Im out of commission. He pointed at himself - he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. Look. Jammies.Jace, Clary said, this is important.Dont tell me, he said. Youve got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, Im not in the mood. You could always ask Hodge, he said as an afterthought. I hear hell do anything for a -JACE! she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU?

A little girl robbed you? Tessa said.Actually, she wasn’t a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress with a penchant for violence, who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel.Easy mistake to make, Jem said.

That seems like stealing, doesnt it? Simon pulled a cup toward him. He drew the lid back. Ooh. Mochaccino. He looked at Magnus. Did you pay for these?Sure, said Magnus, while Jace and Alec snickered. I make dollar bills magically appear in their cash register.Really?No. Magnus popped the lid off his own coffee. But you can pretend I did if it makes you feel better. So, first order of business is what?

He seemed only ... annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot. Yeah, well, he said, the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldnt really exist, leave a note.

Is this the girl?” Kieran’s voice was very different: It sounded like waves sliding up the shore. Like warm water under pale light. It was seductive, with an edge of cold. He looked at Emma as if she were a new kind of flower, one he wasn’t sure he liked. “She’s pretty,” he said. “I didn’t think she’d be pretty. You didn’t mention it.”Iarlath shrugged. “You’ve always been partial to blondes,” he said.“Okay, seriously?” Emma snapped her fingers. “I am right here. And I was not aware I was being invited to a game of ‘Who’s the Hottest?I wasn’t aware you were invited at all,” said Kieran. His speech had a casual edge, as if he was used to talking to humans.“Rude,” said Emma.

... We are Nephilim; we fight our own battles. Thats not precisely true, is it? said a velvety voice. It was Magnus Bane, wearing a long and glittering coat, multiple hoops in his ears, and a roguish expression. Clary had no idea where hed come from. You lot have used the help of warlocks on more than one occasion in the past, and paid handsomely for it too. Malachi scowled. I dont remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane. They didnt, Magnus said. Your wards are down. Really? the Consuls voice dripped sarcasm. I hadnt noticed. Magnus looked concerned. Thats terrible. Someone should have told you. He glanced at Luke. Tell him the wards are down.

... As could the sarcasm in her voice. yes, shes bleeding to deat Lu upstairs, but i thought Id avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.

What - what - what are you doing? he demanded.I am almost six hundred years old, Magnus claimed, and Ragnor snorted, since Magnus changed his age to suit himself every few weeks. Magnus swept on. It does seem about time to learn a musical instrument. He flourished his new prize, a little stringed instrument that looked like a cousin of the lute that the lute was embarrassed to be related to. Its called a charango. I am planning to become a charanguista!I wouldnt call that an instrument of music, Ragnor observed sourly. An instrument of torture, perhaps.Magnus cradled the charango in his arms as if it were an easily offended baby. Its a beautiful and very unique instrument! The sound box is made from an armadillo. Well, a dried armadillo shell.That explains the sound youre making, said Ragnor. Like a lost, hungry armadillo.You are just jealous, Magnus remarked calmly. Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself.Oh, I am positively green with envy, Ragnor snapped.Come now, Ragnor. Thats not fair, said Magnus. You know I love it when you make jokes about your complexion.Magnus refused to be affected by Ragnors cruel judgments. He regarded his fellow warlock with a lofty stare of superb indifference, raised his charango, and began to play again his defiant, beautiful tune.They both heard the staccato thump of frantically running feet from within the house, the swish of skirts, and then Catarina came rushing out into the courtyard. Her white hair was falling loose about her shoulders, and her face was the picture of alarm.Magnus, Ragnor, I heard a cat making a most unearthly noise, she exclaimed. From the sound of it, the poor creature must be direly sick. You have to help me find it!Ragnor immediately collapsed with hysterical laughter on his windowsill. Magnus stared at Catarina for a moment, until he saw her lips twitch.You are conspiring against me and my art, he declared. You are a pack of conspirators.He began to play again. Catarina stopped him by putting a hand on his arm.No, but seriously, Magnus, she said. That noise is appalling.Magnus sighed. Every warlocks a critic.Why are you doing this?I have already explained myself to Ragnor. I wish to become proficient with a musical instrument. I have decided to devote myself to the art of the charanguista, and I wish to hear no more petty objections.If we are all making lists of things we wish to hear no more . . . , Ragnor murmured.Catarina, however, was smiling.I see, she said.Madam, you do not see.I do. I see it all most clearly, Catarina assured him. What is her name?I resent your implication, Magnus said. There is no woman in the case. I am married to my music!Oh, all right, Catarina said. Whats his name, then?His name was Imasu Morales, and he was gorgeous.

Whats next? You want to convince me theyre making another crap Last Airbender movie?