Quotes by Cassandra Clare

Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.

Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesnt make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie. (Jace Wayland)

Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Jace shoot her a look of white rage - but when she glanced at him, he looked as he always did: easy, confident, slightly bored.In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations. Simon demanded, looking shaken.Ridiculous, isnt it? said Jace. We would never have all fit.I didnt invite him into bed, Clary snapped. We were just kissing.Just kissing? Jaces tone mocked her with its false hurt. How swiftly you dismiss our love.

Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat of soft green velvet, the color of moss. I cant believe you did it! she exclaimed. How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?Traded him for Alec, Clary said.Isabelle looked mildly alarmed. Not permanently?No, said Jace. Just for a few hours. Unless I dont come back, he added thoughtfully. In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy.Isabelle looked dubious. Mom and Dad wont be pleased if they find out.That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? Simon inquired. No, probably not.

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.

What are all these? Clary asked.Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades, Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, electrum wire - not much use at the moment but its always good to have spares - silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-Jesus, said ClaryI doubt hed fit.Jace. Clary was appalled.

So when the moons only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy? You could say that.Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it.Im a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

Your friends poetry is terrible, he said.Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. What?I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.

Ill just have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from almost extinct to not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct. Will that make you happy?

Its not gray, Clary felt compelled to point out. Its green.If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, youd have died in childhood, said Jace.

Must you go? I was rather hoping youd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must.Ill 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 youre 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 the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.Jem still had his eyes closed. If they mean it gives you a headache, they arent wrong.

I thought Id lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while, he grunted, It relaxes me.It does? Oh - youre being sarcastic. Thats a good sign probably.

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

I dont want tea, said Clary, with muffled force. I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them.Unfortunately, said Hodge, were all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so its either tea or nothing.

Youre an idiot.Ive never claimed to be otherwise.

Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. You had to make a crazy jail friend, didnt you? You couldnt just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?

My rapier wit hides my inner pain.

Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.Canoodle? repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.Magnificent? repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like Get out.

Alec looked at her and shook his head. How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?Isabelle shrugged philosophically. Im pure at heart. It repels the dirt.

Trains are great dirty smoky things, said Will. You wont like it. Tessa was unmoved. I wont know if I like it until I try it, will I? Ive never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldnt like it. But think how entertaining for sightseers, said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.