Cassandra Clare

"I guess it's true what they say. There are no straight men in the trenches." "That's atheists, jackass. There are no atheists in the trenches."

"It's not often you get to see someone drool. Especially with such total abandon. Mouth wide open and everything."

"Oh, for goodness' sake, is he really waking us up at this ungodly hour just to prove his love to you or something?"

"Look. In all the years I've known him, there's always been exactly one place Simon wanted to be, and he's always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed there." "Where's that?" "Wherever you were."

"It was hard not to laugh. Determination like that in a ten-year-old is something to see. He was like a pit bull." "If pit bulls wore glasses and were allergic to ragweed."

"How to Come Out to Your Parents," she read out loud. "LUKE. Don't be ridiculous. Simon's not gay, he's a vampire."

"I keep thinking about blood. I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it."

"Because I foresee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin pina colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin."

"Here, I'll practice on you. 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 the undead are just like you and me. Well, okay. Possibly more like me than you."

"What they had between them was still as fragile as a flickering candle flame, as delicate as eggshell - and he knew that if it shattered, if he somehow let it break and be destroyed, something inside him would shatter too, something that could never be fixed."

"If you're calling me up just to chat, mundane, you must be lonelier than I thought."

"With Jace, you don't really get to choose your insulting nickname."

""Nothing," chorused Clary, Simon, Alec, Magnus, and Jace, in a surprising and probably never-to-be-repeated unison."

"I wish I could hate you. I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I think I do hate you and then I see you and I-" "And you what?" "What do you think? Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything. It's like banging my head on a wall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop."

"She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the despair in Jace's voice as he said I want to hate you, and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn't said them-had let Alec go on lying and pretending-because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar."

"You might want to lie down. I find that helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in."

"No offense to anyone involved, but the only one among you who seems formidable is Jace. An untrained Shadowhunter and a scared vampire. . ."

"There might simply be nothing going on that might activate it. Perhaps there isn't anything here that Alec is afraid of." Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows. "Boo."

"What about the dark? We could lock you in the basement." "I'm a demon hunter. Clearly, I am not afraid of the dark."

"Admiring yourself? You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my looks. Could it be that all this is because you're attracted to me?"

"He waited, but nothing happened. "Boom? Was something suppose to happen there?""

"You don't know my father. He'll laugh in your face and offer you some money to mail my body back to Idris." "Don't be absurd-" "You're right. Coming to think of it, he'll probably make you pay for the shipping charges yourself."

"No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns."

"What? I thought you came down right on the side of go directly to jail, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars. 'The Law is the Law, Isabelle.' What was all that you were spouting?"

"I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for awhile. It relaxes me."

"Hearing my achievements recited is certainly gratifying, but I'm not sure what your point is, Alec."

"What makes you think that Valentine's change of plans had anything to do with your brother?" "Because only Jace can piss someone off that much."

"If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you."

"If I made a joke about just dropping in, would you write me off as a cliche?"

"Any last words?" Simon knew what he was supposed to say. Sh'ma Yisrael, adonai elohanu, adonai echod. Hear, oh Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One. He tried to speak the words, but a searing pain burned his throat. "Clary,"

""You disappear so completely into your head sometimes. I wish I could follow you." You do. You live in my head all the time."

"What did he promise you?" "Oh, you know. The usual. A lifetime's supply of Knicks tickets."

"We have to get out of here." "No offense, but that's pretty obvious."

"The greatest fear in Jonathan's life is the love he feels for his sister."

"When did you get that?" "The shirt? At Macy's. Winter sale."

""I know you don't have to help us out-it's a favor-" "Stop. I don't do favors, Alec. I do things for you because-- well, why do you think I do them?"

"This is so weird. I keep expecting the truck to start sinking." "I can't believe you just went through what we went through and you think this is weird."

"No. I've always known just who you are. Ever since the first time I saw you getting off the ship from Idris, when you were ten years old-you walked into my heart, just as my own children did when they were born."

"Forgive my parental panic. I tend to get a little nervous when you're not in my immediate line of sight these days." "Oh yeah? How long do you think that's going on for?" "Not long. Five, maybe six years." "Luke!" "I plan to let you start dating when you're thirty, if that helps."

"I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know." "I know. Every time you almost die, I almost die myself."

"Or maybe she's trying to take the attention off you," Simon said, almost absently. "You know since your parents don't know you're gay and all." Alec stopped in the middle of the road so suddenly that Simon almost crashed into him. "No," he said, "but apparently everyone else does."

"I know how you think you feel about me, you don't though. You just like me because I'm safe. There's no risk. And then you never have to try to have a real relationship because you can use me as an excuse."

"Love makes us liars. The Seelie Queen told me that. So don't judge me for lying about how I feel. You do it too."

"There is no pretending, I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then."

"I think it's strawberry juice," Isabelle said. "Anyway, it's yummy. Jace?" She offered him the glass. "I am a man," he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown." "Brown?" Isabelle made a face. "Brown is a manly color."

"Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much..."

"I'm taking that away from you before you get to the India part, Magnus in a sari. Some things you don't ever forget."

""Stay with me. We can see the whole world." "I am with you. I'm not going anywhere." "Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower of Pisa?" Only if it falls on Sebastian's head, she thought."

"Well, what kind of thing does make you feel calm and peaceful?" "Killing demons. A good clean kill is very relaxing. The messy ones are more annoying, because you have to clean up afterward--" "No. No killing. We're trying to make you feel peaceful. Blood, killing, war, those are all non-peaceful things. Isn't there anything else you like?" "Weapons. I like weapons." "I'm starting to think we have a problematic issue of personal philosophy here."

"I'm a warrior. I was brought up as a warrior. I didn't have toys, I had weapons. I slept with a wooden sword until I was five. My first books were medieval demonologies with illuminated pages. The first songs I learned were chants to banish demons. I know what brings me peace, and it isn't sandy beaches or chirping birds in rain forests. I want a weapon in my hand and a strategy to win." "So you're saying what brings you peace is war." "Now you get it."