You're not gay, are you?" Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.

— Cassandra Clare

You're Valentine's son. I'm sure you're the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you're charming. Maybe not at the moment.

— Cassandra Clare

Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said. Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?"" I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.

— Cassandra Clare

Your place is with me,” Jem said. “It always will be.”“What do you mean?” He flushed, the color dark against his pale skin. “I mean,” he said, “Tessa Gray, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Tessa sat bolt upright. “Jem!” They stared at each other for a moment. At last, he said, trying for lightness, though his voice cracked, “That was not a no, I suppose, though neither was it a yes.”“You can’t mean it.”“I do mean it.”“You can’t—I’m not a Shadowhunters. They’ll expel you from the Clave—” He took a step closer to her, his eyes eager. “You may not be precisely a Shadowhunters. But you are not a mundane either, nor provably aDownworlder. Your situation is unique, so I do not know what the Clave will do. But they cannot forbid something that is not forbidden by the Law. They will have to take your—our—individual case into consideration, and that could take months. In the meantime they cannot prevent our engagement.”“You are serious.” Her mouth was dry. “Jem, such a kindness on your part is indeed incredible. It do you credit. But I cannot let you sacrifice yourself in that way for me.”“Sacrifice? Tessa, I love you. I want to marry you.

— Cassandra Clare

Your pretense does not fool me, gnome. My eye will be upon you.

— Cassandra Clare

Your trusting idiocy knows no bounds

— Cassandra Clare

You shouldn't do that. Not to your child. You should-carry your own burdens.

— Cassandra Clare

You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?

— Cassandra Clare

You think that's the solution to everything, don't you, Bane? Drinking and dancing and making love... but I tell you this, something is coming, and we'd be fools to ignore it."" When have I ever claimed not to be a fool?

— Cassandra Clare

You've always been what you are. That's not new. What you'll get used to is knowing it.

— Cassandra Clare