Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare is the pseudonym of the author of the young adult trilogy The Mortal Instruments.
"I'll get the coffee if you find us a seat. What do you want?"
"Just coffee. Black - like my soul."
"What?" Simon looked alarmed. "I'm not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isn't a very attractive woman, for her age."
Simon: "It's like he can see into my soul."
"Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope."
"I'm not sure anyone can make Jace do anything. But I think you can remind him that he has something to live for."
"So she had a box. Lots of people have boxes. They keep things in them. It's a growing trend, I hear."
"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."
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."
"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?"
"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."
Jace Wayland: "Because, to her you're Jocelyn's daughter. But I'll always be Valentine's son."
"It's a girl," Jace said , recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one."
"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.'"
Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.
"He's quoting Dungeons and Dragons. Ignore him."
"Nearly unlimited supernatural power, and all you do is use it to watch reruns. What a waste."
"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."
"Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?"