Danielle Harris > Danielle's Quotes

“I think it's Jace he's trying to get back at. Jace must have
done something last night on the boat, something that really
pissed Valentine off. Pissed him off enough to abandon
whatever plan he had before and make a new one."
Luke looked baffled. "What makes you think that Valentine's
change of plans had anything to do with your brother?"
"Because," Clary said with grim certainty, "only Jace can
piss someone off that much.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?"

Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Good,” Simon said. “If you want to know why, it’s because you smell like blood.”

“It’s my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.” Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knuckles where blood had seeped through.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“theres no pretending, Jace said with absolute clarity. i love you,and i will love you until i die,and if theres a life after that, ill love you then.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Simon. “So, the gig’s at nine, right? What do we do with the rest of the day?”
“We?” Simon looked at him in disbelief. “Are you ever going home?”
“What, bored with my company already?”
“Let me ask you something,” Simon said. “Do you find me fascinating to be around?”
“What was that?” Jace said. “Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“This time Clary concentrated, trying to focus her mind on Simon-The Simon-ness of him, the shape of the way he thought, the feeling of hearing his voice, the sence of him close. His whispers, his secrets, the way he made her laugh.
'So', she thought conversationally, 'now that I'm in your mind, wnat to see some naked mental pictures of Jace?'
Simon jumped. "I heard that! And, no.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Well, you're lucky, that's all. Even if he is a vamp now. You must be pretty used to all sorts of weird stuff, being a Shadowhunter, so I bet it doesn't faze you.
"It fazes me," Clary said, more sharply then she'd intended. "I'm not Jace."
The smirk widened. " No one is. And I get the feeling he knows it.
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you've already had sex, it was great, and now you're just friends- even though you want more. Drives girls crazy. You know what i mean?
Yes, Clary thought. "No." she said.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“It’s a lot to process,” she said. “ What Sebastian said, what happened last night, everything. I need to sleep, but I’ m too keyed up. When I was young and I couldn’t sleep, my mother used to read to me to relax me.”
'And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Are you threatening to kidnap me?"
"If you want to look at it that way," Jace said, "yes.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Faeries are fallen angels," said Dorothea, "cast down out of heaven for their pride."

"That's the legend," Jace said. "It's also said that they're the offspring of demons and angels, which always seemed more likely to me. Good and evil, mixing together. Faeries are as beautiful as angels are supposed to be, but they have a lot of mischief and cruelty in them. And you'll notice most of them avoid midday sunlight—"

"For the devil has no power," said Dorothea softly, as if she were reciting an old rhyme, "except in the dark.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“The moment the door opened, Jace seized up a yellow pencil lying on the desk and threw it. It sailed through the air and struck the wall just next to Luke's head, where it struck, vibrating. Luke's eye widened.
Jace smiled faintly. "Sorry, I didn't realize it was you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“He took a deep breath. “We came here to train, and we should train. If we just spend all the time we’re supposed to be training making out instead, they’ll quit letting me help train you at all.”
“Aren’t they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?”
“Yes,” he said, getting up and pulling her to her feet along with him, “and I’m worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you’ll wind up making out with him, too.”
“Don’t be sexist. They could find me a female instructor.”
“In that case you have my permission to make out with her, as long as I can watch.”
“Nice.” Clary grinned, bending down to fold up the blanket they’d brought to sit on. “You’re just worried they’ll hire a male instructor and he’ll be hotter than you.”
Jace’s eyebrows went up. “Hotter than me?”
“It could happen,” Clary said. “You know, theoretically.”
“Theoretically the planet could suddenly crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other side, forever and tragically parted, but I’m not worried about that, either. Some things,” Jace said, with his customary crooked smile, “are just too unlikely to dwell upon.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“After what happened on the boat, he’s interested in you. Which means you need to be careful. Very careful. In fact, it wouldn’t hurt if you just spent the next few days inside. You can lock yourself in your room like Isabelle.”
“I’m not going to do that.”
“Of course you’re not,” said Jace, “because you live to torture me, don’t you?”
“Not everything, Jace, is about you,” Clary said furiously.
“Possibly,” Jace said, “but you have to admit that the majority of things are.”
Clary resisted the urge to scream.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“My father didn't take the sword for me. he took it for him. I doubt he even knew about the trial."
"How awfully convenient for you, regardless. And for him. He won't have to worry about you spilling his secrets."
"Yeah," Jace said, "he's terrified I'll tell everyone that's he's always really wanted to be a ballerina." The Inquisitor simply stared at him.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Cazadores de Sombras: se les ve mejor el negro que a las viudas de sus enemigos dede 1234.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones

“My favorite jacket is an emergency item. Much like myself, it is both snuggly and fashionable.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Demons," drawled the blond boy, tracing the word on the air with his finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension -”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“It's nearly full dark. We should go."
"We? I thought you were going to leave me alone."
"I lied," Jace said without a shred of embarrassment.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Luke indicated Simon and Clary with a wave of his hand. 'I brought some people to see you.'
Jace's eyes moved to them. They were as blanked as if the had been painted. 'Unfortunately, ' he said, 'I only had the one pencil.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“oooh that was fun."
"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, City of Ashes

“Jace reached up to unzip his jacket.
Simon-I dont care how hungry I am, I am not going to drink your blood again.
Jace-Like I would let you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Jace?" She offered him the glass.
"I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get the gone, woman and bring me something brown."
"Brown?" Isabelle made a face.
"Brown is a manly colour," said Jace and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. "In fact, look-Alec is wearing it."
Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. "It was black," he said. "But then it faded."
"You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“I’m glad you think all this is funny.”
“You’re not happy to see me, then?” Jace said. “I have to say, I’m surprised. I’ve alwaysbeen told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly fordank underground cells.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“You’re just worried they’ll hire a male instructor and he’ll be hotter than you.”
Jace’s eyebrows went up. “Hotter than me?”
“It could happen,” Clary said. “You know, theoretically.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Jace turned to look over his shoulder, the wind whipping his hair into tangles. "What are you thinking?" he called back to her.
"Just how different everything down there is now, you know, now that I can see."
"Everything down there is exactly the same," he said. "You're the one that's different.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Jace, tu as vu comment ces filles, elle te regardent?"
"C'est normal je suis beau à tomber.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“En el futuro, Clarissa -dijo-, podría ser prudente mencionar que ya tienes a un hombre en tu cama, para evitar situaciones fastidiosas como ésta.
-¿Le has invitado a tu cama? -inquirió Simon, anonado.
-Ridículo, ¿verdad? -repuso Jace- nohabríamos cabido todos. [pp. 336]”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Clary smiled at him with a warmth she didn’t feel.
“Sebastian says I can come with you.”
Jace raised his eyebrows.
“Matching haircuts for everyone?”
“I hope not,” said Sebastian. “I look terrible with curls.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly.
“I got lost in the crowd.”
“I noticed,” he said.
“One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone.”
Sebastian chuckled. “Girl or boy werewolf?”
“Not sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls