Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare is the pseudonym of the author of the young adult trilogy The Mortal Instruments.
Jace: "That depends. Do you wish to be punched in the face?"
"A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-"
He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know."
"I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you."
"You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
"I was ninety percent sure."
"I see," Clary said.
There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"
"The other ten percent."
"Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out of the car window if you feel like it."
Luke laughed. "I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever."
"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."
"Do you want to tell me what this is about, or should I just call the police?"
"And tell them what?" Jace said witheringly. "That invisible people are bothering you? Trust me, little girl, the police aren't going to arrest someone they can't see."
"Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much..."
"I get it. First Clary, then your hand, now me. To hell with you Jace."
"Seeing through glamour is easy. It's people that are hard."
"Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein."
Alec stopped in the middle of the road so suddenly that Simon almost crashed into him. "No," he said, "but apparently everyone else does."
"You disappear so completely into your head sometimes. I wish I could follow you."
You do. You live in my head all the time.
"Brown?" Isabelle made a face.
Clary: "Aren't they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?"
"When did you get that?"
"The shirt? At Macy's. Winter sale."
Maia: "Bat says I shouldn't be so hard on you. He says guys do stupid things when girls are involved. Especially geeky ones who previously haven't had much luck with women."
"Maybe. Although I doubt most Shadowhunters get a tattoo of Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on their left shoulder."
"I don't want to be a man. I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
"I am a man," he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown."
"Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?"
"No, sometimes he sits on the couch and does it."