Quote

Yech, said Simon. Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.

Cassandra Clare

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Magical
Simon
Spit

More quotes by Cassandra Clare

Image
Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile.
Cassandra Clare
Image
He cocked his head to the side. Did he die well? He died screaming. Charlotte's bluntness startled Tessa. What a beautiful thing to hear.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Funny isn’t it?” said Sebastian. “The lies good people tell. He’ll probably make you eggs every day for the rest of your life now, and you’ll choke them down because you can’t tell him you don’t like them.” Clary thought of the Seelie Queen. “Love makes liars of us all?
Cassandra Clare
Image
Mundanes who involve themselves in things they know nothing about are likely to meet unpleasant endings.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Were you hugging Clary? He looked at Sebastian in amazement. Sebastian shrugged. She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her. You don't hug people, Jace said. I ran out of time to bake a casserole.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Medium clever,” Simon acknowledged. “Like a cross between George Clooney in Ocean’s Eleven and those MythBusters guys, but, you know, better-looking.” “I’m always so glad I have no idea what you’re vacantly chattering about,” said Jace. “It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.
Cassandra Clare
Image
It's a coffee cup. She could hear the irritation in her own voice. I know it's a coffee cup. I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be doing here in the library... alone. He wiggled his eyebrows at Tessa.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Hail and Farewell, my brother.
Cassandra Clare
Image
It was like a bad movie except he didn’t actually twirl his mustache.” -Jace to Maryse about Valentine, pg.122-
Cassandra Clare
Image
It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Please don’t do this—don’t do this to me. If anything happened to you—” He looked at her with surprise. There was already a red stain on the white bandages that wrapped his chest, where his movements had pulled his wound open. “I…” “What?” “I’m not used to you loving me,” he said.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Every memory was valuable even the bad ones.
Cassandra Clare
Image
And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff? Clary gnawed her lower lip. So I hear. And you kill them, too? Simon asked, directing the question to Jace, who had put the stele back in his pocket and was examining his flawless nails for defects. Only when they've been naughty.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Jem: I know what you're thinking. Tessa:I don't think you do. You're think, If they call this damp nastiness summer, what must winter be like? You'd be surprised. Winter's actually much the same. It's spring that's really lovely. Tessa:Is it? Jem:No. It's actually quite foggy and wet as well.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Well, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes, Simon said. Like when she breathes in or out.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Life could not be entirely devoted to debauchery and monkeys. Magnus had to finance all the drinking somehow.
Cassandra Clare
Image
As metal rang on metal, some inner part of Jem, some part that had been lost without his even knowing it was lost, felt the pleasure of fighting together with Will one last time.
Cassandra Clare
Image
You should see his older brother,” said Jem. “Makes Gabriel look sweeter than gingerbread. Hates Will even more thanGabriel, too, if that’s possible.
Cassandra Clare
Image
It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.
Cassandra Clare