I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!" "If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered. Cassandra Clare More Quotes by Cassandra Clare More Quotes From Cassandra Clare Her name rang in Will's mind like the chime of a bell; he wondered if any other name on earth had such an inescapable resonance to it. She couldn't have been named something awful, could she, like Mildred. He couldn't imagine lying awake at night, staring up at the ceiling while invisible voices whispered 'Mildred' in his ears. But Tessa-- Cassandra Clare namesnightlying You mean you haven’t been going on romantic dates with Sebastian while you’ve been away from me?” “I tried,” Jace said, “but no matter how liquored up you get him, he just won’t put out. Cassandra Clare pisamattermean But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it. Cassandra Clare hatewantwriting If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all? Cassandra Clare tessa-grayifsworld In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did. Cassandra Clare choicesendsmatter I've never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You'd think they were diamonds. Cassandra Clare excitedbookthinking Nicely done, brother," said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him. Cassandra Clare bedeyebrother I believe in good and evil," said Jem. "And I believe the soul is eternal. But I don't believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or endless torment. I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness." Tessa looked at will. "What about you? What do you believe? "Pulvis et umbra sumus," said Will, not looking at her as he spoke. "I believe we are dust and shadows. What else is there? Cassandra Clare dustbelievepeople I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it. Cassandra Clare emodreamwriting Have you tried talking to her?" "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work? Cassandra Clare facestalkingthinking Wait a second," Clary said. "I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere. Cassandra Clare waitingsaidpeople Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now." "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused. Cassandra Clare girlwarninghands I always thought that eventually there would be a moment where I realized that I had practiced enough and now I was ready to be a professional writer. Then I befriended a number of successful professional writers and realized that none of them ever felt ready. After that I decided I might as well stop waiting to feel ready and just get started. Cassandra Clare successfulwaitingnumbers And you won’t leave me?” “No.” Alec said. “No, we won’t ever leave you. You know that.” “Never.” Isabelle took his hand, the one Alec wasn’t holding, and pressed it fiercely. “Lightwoods, all together.” She whispered. Jace's hand was suddenly damp where she was holding it, and he realized she was crying, her tears splashing down crying for him, because she loved him; even after everything that had happened, she still loved him. They both did. He fell asleep like that, with Isabelle on one side of him and Alec on the other, as the sun came up with the dawn. Cassandra Clare tearstogetherhands In a closed urban fantasy, the magical world is secret and no one knows about it. In an open urban fantasy, everyone knows about it. So with a closed fantasy, you have to figure out how the world keeps itself secret, and with an open one, you have to figure out how knowledge of magic has altered the world we know. Cassandra Clare magicsecretworld And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness. Cassandra Clare choicesacceptancethinking My name is Sabastian. I had a father, but he is dead. I had a mother, but she is dead to me. I have a brother, and I will Bind him to me. I have a sister, and I will teach her to love me. My name is Sabastain, and I am going to burn down the world Cassandra Clare brothermotherfather I need to know you believe me when I say I love you. That is all." "I believe everything you say," Tessa said with a smile, her hands creeping doen from his waist to his weapons belt. Her fingers closed on the hilt of the dagger, and she yanked it from the belt, smiling as he looked down at her in surprise. "After all," she said, "you weren't lying about the tattoo of the dragon of Wales, were you? Cassandra Clare tattoobelievelying I really love fantasy. I have to say it is my favourite genre to read and one of the genres I love the most to write. Cassandra Clare favouritefantasywriting Here's a hot tip: Most girls don't like being stalked. Cassandra Clare fallen-angelsgirlhot
