Quotes by Cassandra Clare

Im tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.

Oh no, Raphael, please dont leave me, Magnus said in a monotone. Where would I be without the light of your sweet smile? If you go, I will throw myself upon the ground and weep. Will you? asked Raphael, raising one thin eyebrow. Because if you do, I will stay and watch the show.

What is another persons pleasure is anothers poison.

To love is to destroy, and to be the one loved is to be destroyed.

Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow whos trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.

Demon pox, oh demon poxJust how is it acquired?One must go down to the bad part of townUntil one is very tired.Demon pox, oh demon pox, I had it all along—Not the pox, you foolish blocks,I mean this very song—For I was right, and you were wrong!Will! Charlotte shouted over the noise, Have you LOST YOUR MIND? CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET! Jem— Jem, rising to his feet, clapped his hands over Wills mouth. Do you promise to be quiet? he hissed into his friends ear.Will nodded, blue eyes blazing. Tessa was staring at him in amazement; they all were. She had seen Will many things—amused, bitter, condescending, angry, pitying—but never giddy before.Jem let him go. All right, then.Will slid to the floor, his back against the armchair, and threw up his arms. A demon pox on all your houses! he announced, and yawned.Oh, God, weeks of pox jokes, said Jem. Were in for it now.

I am catastrophically in love with you.

Oh, leave it,” said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. “She’s annexed my plan!” “Will,” Tessa said firmly. “Do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?” Will pointed a finger at her. “That,” he said. “The second one.

Lord, youre Irish, said Will. Can you make things that dont have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce...

Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?”“Well, you needn’t act as if I invented it,” said Will.

Will: Have you ever seen what happens to someone with demon pox? First it lies dormant. One begins to turn yellow and green. Then the swelling sets in -Jem: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DEMON POX.

Demon pox, oh, demon pox, Just how is it acquired? One must go down to the bad part of town Until one is very tired.Demon pox, oh, demon pox I had it all along— No, not the pox, you foolish blocks, I mean this very song— For I was right, and you were wrong!

A parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy leap toward Brother Zachariah, as he imagined himself without Alec, with only that faded rune to remind him where once he had been bonded to someone who knew all the best and worst parts of his soul.

If I might make a suggestion,” said Will. “About twenty paces behind us, in the Council room, is Benedict. If you’d like to go back in there and try kicking him, I recommend aiming upward and a bit to the left—

Dear God, woman,said Will. Are there any questions you dont want to know the answer to?

With God on your side, what does luck matter?

I had such plans for this evening. The pursuit of blind drunkenness and wayward women was my goal. But alas, it was not to be. No sooner had I consumed my third drink in the Devil than I was accosted by a delightful small flower selling child who asked me for twopence for a daisy. The price seemed steep, so I refused. When I told the girl as much, she proceeded to rob me.”“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.

Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly.

So you’re suggesting we take the train up to York, meet a ninety-year-old man, leap on him, and yank out his hair? I’m sure the Clave will beecstatic.”“They’ll just say you’re mad,” said Jessamine. “They already think it, so what’s the difference, really?

Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.