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
You put books out into the world, and people form their own visuals and images and attachments to characters; those characters become… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clockwork Prince pg. 298 "Though rather despite myself, I thought him a pretty bit of poison to start with, but I have… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I think when we make choices—for each choice is individual of the choices we have made before—we must examine not only our… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus had learned to be careful about giving his memories with his heart. When people died, it felt like all the pieces… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There are ways in which we’re so alike. We’re reckless. We don’t think before we act. We’ll do anything for people we… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Maia pulled on a braid. "I ran into Eric of all people. He told me what happened and that you'd backed out… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Like letting spiders live because they eat mosquitoes, Clary thought. "So they're good enough to let live, good enough to make your… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But-" Maia, still looking at Alec and Magnus, broke off and rasied her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Such a fuss ofer a few mundanes." Mrs Dark chuckled and moved to stand beside her sister, so that Will, with his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will’s voice dropped. “Everyone makes mistakes, Jem.” “Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.” “I —” “You… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts." "So, ninety-five percent of the time." She… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
... everything seemed to him a uniform shade of gray- even the people! He had been unable to believe it could rain… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
That’s another thing,” she said. “You no longer need other people in your life once you have found your true love. No… — 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
She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The next thing I knew I was listening to five people shouting. What was that all about, anyway?” (Luke) “Nothing,” chorused Clary,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
In the same way that so many people read 'Harry Potter' and went to see 'Harry Potter,' just because a movie is… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He found himself looking into many faces for potentional love, and seeing many people as shining vessels of possibility. Perhaps this time… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Simon-"From now on I will only adress people by nodding at them." Clary-"That's stupid why would you do that?" Simon-"Because it says… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Niches set back in the walls contained polished marble statues of entwined bodies. Will looked away from them hastily, and then back.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And who are all these people? There weren't this many when I fell asleep." Alfie shrugged, indicating that the universe was mysterious… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The kitchen was bright, cheerful yellow, the walls decorated with framed chalk and pencil sketches Simon and Rebecca had done in grade… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Weakness and corruption isn't in the world," Clary snapped. "It's in people. And it always will be. The world just needs good… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Creating characters is like throwing together ingredients for a recipe. I take characteristics I like and dislike in real people I know,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I try to answer all my fan mail. Sometimes I get questions from people who obviously only read the Wiki but haven't… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A lot of people have asked me about some of the characters that appear in 'Clockwork Prince,' like Aloysius Starkweather and Woolsey… — 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
