Quotes by Cassandra Clare

“And now, Eric yelled into his mircophone, were going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This ones for my girlfriend. Weve been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. Were gonna be together forever, baby. This ones called Bang You Like a Drum.”

“Pulvis et umbra sumus. Its a line from Horace. We are dust and shadows. Appropriate, dont you think? Will said. Its not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.”

“You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.”

“Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.”

“There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You dont know whats wrong with you, but youre bleeding to death slowly inside.”

“Every time I think Im missing a piece of me, you give it back.”

“Theres something about a place youve been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone... they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.”

“Love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything.”

“I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that”

“Well Id certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”

“No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.”

“Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows theyd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.”

“Looking at him now-even if she hadnt been in love with him, that part of her that was her mothers daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.”

“And next time youre planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.”