Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine. - James Carstairs — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I wouldn't call that an instrument of music," Ragnor observed sourly. "An instrument of torture, perhaps. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I'm not an angel, Jace," she repeated. "I don't return library books. I steal illegal music off the internet. I lie to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“SIMON LEWIS, ERIC HILLCHURCH, KIRK DUPLESSE, AND MATT CHARLTON "THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS" MAY 19, PROSPECT PARK BAND SHELL BRING THIS FLYER, GET… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I like to listen to music that fits with what I'm writing. For each book, I've assembled a playlist, so readers can… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Music actually inspires me a lot. I listen to a lot of music, and often I find that if I can associate… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Did you like it?" he said. "I could have given you...jewelry, but I wanted it to be something that was wholly yours.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I watch Jace Herondale play, and I see the ghosts that rise up in the music. Don't you?" "Ghosts are memories, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful." She leaned forward and touched… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Everyone knows that quote because of the Doors." Jace looked at her blankly. "The Doors. They were a band." "If you say… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Simon's band never actually produced any music. Mostly they sat around in Simon's living room, fighting about potential names and band logos.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The alley and the music all fell away, and there was nothing but her and the rain and Jace, his hands on… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Zhi yin. Jem had told her once that it meant understanding music, and also a bond that went deeper than friendship. Jem… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“When Magnus looked at Imasu, he saw Imasu had dropped his head into his hands. "Er," Magnus said. "Are you quite all… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“What - what - what are you doing?" he demanded. "I am almost six hundred years old," Magnus claimed, and Ragnor snorted,… — 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
