One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“To draw something is to try to capture it FOREVER, if you really love something, you never try to keep it the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
i've never asked him but i'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his strubbery — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jace, There is no wedding! Stop Isabelle! Sit on her if you have to. Just stop her from doing whatever she's doing… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clary: "Aren't they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?" — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Simon sighed. "People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but It's the way you live your… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Pulvis et umbra sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("We are dust and Shadows") — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
[Magnus] reminded himself of his manners, and bowed. "Charmed," he said. "Or whatever effect would please you best, I'm sure. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Once there was a boy,” said Jace. Clary interrupted immediately. “A Shadowhunter boy?” “Of course.” For a moment a bleak amusement colored… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He picks up his dates in a van? No wonder he‘s such a hit with the ladies.” -Jace about Simon, pg. 331- — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain," said Matthew. "It comes when it comes, and we… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Aren't you, uh..." Clary searched for the right word. "Reproducing? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it comes down to a choice," Magnus said. "Between saving one person and saving the whole world. I've seen it happen,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
unfortunately, we're all out of bitter evange at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The measure of love is to love without measure. - attributed to Saint Augustine — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The point of stories is not that they are objectively true, but that the soul of the story is truer than reality.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It is a far greater thing that I do now, than I've ever done before. — 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