Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare is the pseudonym of the author of the young adult trilogy The Mortal Instruments.
"Was it weird hearing from Jace? I mean, since you found out . . ."
"Yes? Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?"
"No wonder that cat of his hates everyone."
Clary: "But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?"
"Don't tell me," he said. "You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I'm not in the mood. You could ask Hodge,"
"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,"
Jace: "Love is a contradiction."
Simon Lewis: "So that's why you never told me your middle name. I figured it was something embarrassing."
"Is there anything I could get for you?" he asked. "Something to drink? Some tea?"
"I don't want tea," said Clary, with a 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, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing."
Simon: "So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she's unhappy in the first place is you. That seems contradictory, doesn't it?"
Jace Wayland: "Because, to her you're Jocelyn's daughter. But I'll always be Valentine's son."
"Nearly unlimited supernatural power, and all you do is use it to watch reruns. What a waste."
"He's quoting Dungeons and Dragons. Ignore him."
Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.
"I didn't," said Jace. "At least, I didn't finish it. It's Magnus Bane." He grinned at Alec mockingly. "Rhymes with 'overcareful pain in the ass.'"
"It's a girl," Jace said , recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one."
"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?"
That sounds terrific. Just you, your comatose wife, your shell-shocked son, and you daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.
"First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order."
"I always thought that it was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life."
"If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have asked."
"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."