I think the main thing to remember when writing a novel is to stay true to the characters. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Write every day. Don't kill yourself. I think a lot of people think, 'I have to write a chapter a day' and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I think as women we've always been very used to growing up reading and identifying with male protagonists, especially in fantasy. There's… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
In other people's books, I tend to love the really daredevil-y characters. I love Finnick from 'The Hunger Games.' And I think,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I think that 'City of Heavenly Fire' is definitely a book where all the characters are tested to their limits, and they… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“So Jace is my actual family," Kit said. "But I can't go live with him, because him and his hot girlfriend are going off… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“they all have always loved you Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however har you try.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We work through this together, remember? No shutting me out. No epic sulks.” “I was figuring I could sulk for Idris in the next… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Lex malla, lex nulla,” said Julian with a regretful wave of his hand. It was the Blackthorn family motto: A bad law is no… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
