The weapons room looked exactly the way something called "the weapons room" sounded like it would look. Cassandra Clare More Quotes by Cassandra Clare More Quotes From Cassandra Clare I'll just have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from 'almost extinct' to 'not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct.' Will that make you happy? Cassandra Clare textbookshumormonsters That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means. Cassandra Clare humorfunmean My rapier wit hides my inner pain. Cassandra Clare witpainhumor You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the other baby birds out of the nest. The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places." "Enormous?" said Jace. "Did you just call me fat?" "It was an analogy." "I am not fat. Cassandra Clare takenbabychildren Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?" "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. Cassandra Clare clothesripshould-have Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you. Cassandra Clare humormomideas There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then. Cassandra Clare forbidden-lovelove-youromantic Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do? Cassandra Clare jailcrazypet Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it. Cassandra Clare pastaroundshumorous That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion. Cassandra Clare daughterhatefunny The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't. Cassandra Clare unrequited-lovei-love-himover-you Clary screamed out loud as he fell like a stone- And landed lightly on his feet just in front of her. Clary stared with her mouth open as he rose up out of a shallow crouch and grinned at her. "If I made a joke about just dropping in," he said, "would you write me off as a cliché? Cassandra Clare feetrosewriting She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things weren't in the power of angels to grant, or they would already have been granted. And perhaps people were supposed to find these things for themselves. Cassandra Clare painangelpeople As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be? Cassandra Clare optimisticcoffeelong Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven. Cassandra Clare mightheavenway Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs. Cassandra Clare purplefatesky I told you before, Jem, that you would not leave me. And you are still with me. When I breathe, I will think of you, for without you I would have been dead years ago. When I wake up and when I sleep, when I lift up my hands to defend myself or when I lie down to die, you will be with me. You say we are born and born again. I say there is a river that divides the dead and the living. What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together. Cassandra Clare princesssleeplying I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation. Cassandra Clare afternooneveningimportant Facilis descensus Averno Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hoc opus labor est Cassandra Clare aurasadslabor Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex." "At least you know he's still available. Cassandra Clare smellgirlfriendschool
