Cassandra Clare

"That does it, Im going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" "So you can look up fun. Im not sure you know what it means."

"I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners."

"To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed."

"If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, youd have died in childhood,"

"Wheres Simon?" Clary interrupted. Isabelle wobbled. "Hes a rat," she said darkly. "Did he do something to you?" Alec was full of brotherly concern. "Did he touch you? If he tried anything-" "No, Alec," Isabelle said irritably. "Not like that. Hes a rat"

"When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?"

"Meanwhile," Simon added, "I wanted to tell you that lately Ive been cross-dressing. Also, Im sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know."

"Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades, electrum wire-- not much use at the moment, but its always good to have a spare--silver bullets, charm of protection, crucifixes, stars of David-" "Jesus," said Clary. "I doubt hed fit."

"There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I dont think it matters. Either way, were on our own."

"This is bad," said Jace. "You said that before." "It seemed worth repeating."

"What?" Simon looked alarmed. "Im not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isnt a very attractive woman, for her age."

"Well, Id certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."