Cassandra Clare

"You didn't have to come after me."Yes, I did," he said. "You're far too inexperienced to protect yourself in a hostile situation without me."That's sweet. Maybe I'll forgive you."Forgive me? Fro what"Fro telling me to shut up."His eyes narrowed. "I did not... Well, I did, But you were-"Never mind."

"Enormous? Did you just call me FAT? I am not fat. - Jace"

"Come on guys, you cant fight like this forever"Actually," Simon said, raising his hand,"I can". Jace made a weird noise and I realized he was trying not to laugh-which by the way, wasn't working."

"What makes you think that Valentine's change of plans had anything to do with your brother" "Because only Jace can piss someone off that much."

"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, and then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for."

"As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two."

"Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope."

"You have something on your neck. What Looks like a bite mark, what were you doing out all night, anyway? Nothing. I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head. And ran into a vampire What? No! I fell. On your neck?"

"I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was coming?"

"I'm sorry. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain."

"I guess it’s true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches."That’s atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches."

"My rapier wit hides my inner pain."

"So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy" "You could say that."Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it."I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever."

"Jesus!" Luke exclaimed."Actually, it's just me," said Simon. "Although I've been told the resemblance is startling."

"He opened his mouth. The words were there. He was about to say them when a jolt of terror went through him, the terror of someone who, wandering in a mist, pauses only to realise that they have stopped inches from the edge of a gaping abyss. The way she was looking at him - she could read what was in his eyes, he realised. It must have been written plainly there, like words on the page of a book. There had been no time, no chance, to hide it.“Will,” she whispered. “Say something, Will.”But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be.'I have lost everything', Will thought. 'Everything."

"If there's a thing I've learned in my life it's to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don't"