And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.

— Cassandra Clare

And I suppose you know who Magnus’ father is?” Luke said.“I paid a lot of money once to find it out,” Raphael said.

— Cassandra Clare

And Neophilia—we tend to love very overwhelmingly. To fall in love only once, to die of grief over love—my old tutor used to say that the hearts of the Neophilia were like hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed.

— Cassandra Clare

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

— Cassandra Clare

And now," Eric yelled into his microphone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're going to be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum.

— Cassandra Clare

And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Light woods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clark, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.

— Cassandra Clare

And second, keep in mind that you are a weapon. In theory, when you're done with training, you should be able to kick a hole in a wall or knock out a moose with a single punch."" I would never hit a moose," said Clark. "They're endangered.

— Cassandra Clare

And she wept as well for the others lost in the Dark War, and she wept for her mother and the loss she had endured, and she wept for Emma and the Blackthorns, remembering how they had fought back tears when she had told them that she had seen Mark in the tunnels of Faerie, and how he belonged to the Hunt now, and she wept for Simon and the hole in her heart where he had been, and the would miss him every day until she died, and she wept for herself and the changes that had been wrought in her, because sometimes even change for the better felt like a little death.

— Cassandra Clare

And spare me the jokes about scoring."" Dammit, woman, you read my mind," he said. "Is there no filthy wordplay you can't foresee?"" It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts."" So, ninety-five percent of the time.

— Cassandra Clare

And that - he pointed ahead - is the road to Hell. That's where we're going. I have always heard it was paved with good intentions, said Simon

— Cassandra Clare