Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare is the pseudonym of the author of the young adult trilogy The Mortal Instruments.
"Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house."
Jace Wayland: "Is this the part where you tell me if I hurt her, you'll kill me?"
"Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I'm afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to- "
"SIMON!" Clary held the phone away from her ear as he cracked up laughing. "That is so not funny!"
"I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram."
"It's been so long that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong."
"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?"
"Demonic activity levels? Do they have a device that measures whether the demons inside the house are doing power yoga?"
"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."
"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."
"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."
"Yeah, he's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always really wanted to be a ballerina."
Jace Wayland: "Not really. My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But your much too young to be a police officer.'"
"You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you?" he asked.
She shook her head.
He didn't seem to notice. "She said you'd break my heart."
"Meanwhile," Simon added, "I wanted to tell you that lately I've been cross-dressing. Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know."
"Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead."
"I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face.
"And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."
"To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed."
Only Jace could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will.
"There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way, we're on our own."
"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."