Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare is the pseudonym of the author of the young adult trilogy The Mortal Instruments.
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?"
"Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually, he offered to wake you up himself, but since it's five a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at."
"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."
"This is bad," said Jace.
"You said that before."
"It seemed worth repeating."
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you kissed me," he said.
"I kissed you?"
"Don't worry, it wasn't that memorable for me, either."
"You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the other baby birds out of the nest. The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places."
"Enormous? Did you just call me fat?"
"It was an analogy."
"I am not fat."
Simon Lewis: "No. If you hurt Clary, she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons."
"Sure. And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour."
"Well you'll have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." He pointed at himself. "Look. Jammies."
"Looks like a bite mark. What have you been doing all day, anyway?"
"Nothing. I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head."
"And ran into a vampire?"
"What? No! I fell."
"On your neck?"
"Oh, for goodness' sake, is he really waking us up at this ungodly hour just to prove his love to you or something?"
"That does it, I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year."
"Why?"
"So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means."
"When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?"
Jace: "In that case you have my permission to make out with her, as long as I can watch."
"I think it's strawberry juice," Isabelle said. "Anyway, it's yummy. Jace?" She offered him the glass.
"Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
"At least you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
"Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting."
"I love round tables. They suit me so much better than a square."
"Patience grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait."