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  • #1
    Ransom Riggs
    “I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.”
    Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #3
    Oscar Wilde
    “Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

  • #5
    Sasha Alsberg
    “Honestly, I hate when in books, the guys changes the girl's life. Like, no. The girl needs to change her own life.”
    Sasha Alsberg a

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hodge says he's on his way and he hopes you can both manage to cling to your flickering sparks of life until he gets here," she told Simon and Jace. "Or something like that."
    "I wish he'd hurry," Jace said crossly. He was sitting up in bed against a pair of fluffed white pillows, still wearing his filthy clothes.
    "Why? Does it hurt?" Clary asked.
    "No. I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's less of a threshold and more of a large and tastefully decorated foyer. But I do get easily bored." He squinted at her. "Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you'd get dressed up in a nurse's outfit and give me a sponge bath?"
    "Actually, I think you misheard," Clary said. "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
    Jace looked involuntarily over at Simon, who smiled at him widely. "As soon as I'm back on my feet, handsome.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?'
    Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
    ..."At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
    "Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “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, City of Bones

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission."
    "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered.
    "Selling them on what?"
    Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?" asked Jace.
    "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
    "As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome," said Simon.
    "I knew we should have left you a rat.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't order any of the faerie food," said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not," he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names."
    "Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie. (Jace Wayland)”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Jace shoot her a look of white rage - but when she glanced at him, he looked as he always did: easy, confident, slightly bored.
    "In future, Clarissa," he said, "it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations."
    "You invited him into bed?" Simon demanded, looking shaken.
    "Ridiculous, isn't it?" said Jace. "We would never have all fit."
    "I didn't invite him into bed," Clary snapped. "We were just kissing."
    "Just kissing?" Jace's tone mocked her with its false hurt. "How swiftly you dismiss our love.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't tell me," Jace said, "Simon's turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you'll have have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." He pointed at himself - he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. "Look. Jammies."
    "Jace," Clary said, "this is important."
    "Don't tell me," he said. "You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I'm not in the mood. You could always ask Hodge," he said as an afterthought. "I hear he'll do anything for a -"
    "JACE!" she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. "JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self."
    "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.
    "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sorry, are you telling me that your demon-slaying buddies need to be driven to their next assignment with the forces of darkness by my mom?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “I should have guessed you were Jace's sister," he said. "You both have the same artistic talent."
    Clary paused, her foot on the lowest stair. She was taken aback. "Jace can draw?"
    Nah." When Alec smiled, his eyes lit like blue lamps and Clary could see what Magnus had found so captivating about him. "I was just kidding. He can't draw a straight line.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “Wait." Isabelle suddenly sat up straight. "What did you say that name was?" she demanded, turning to Jace. "The name in Clary's head."
    "I didn't," said Jace. "At least, I didn't finish it. It's Magnus Bane." He grinned at Alec mockingly. "Rhymes with 'overcareful pain in the ass.'"
    Alec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like "ducking glass mole." Clary smiled inwardly.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Shotgun!" announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van.
    Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. "Where?"
    "She means she wants the front seat," said Jace, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “It’s not your fault,” Alec was saying. He sounded weary, as if he’d been through this sort of thing with his sister before. Clary wondered how many boyfriends she’d turned into rats by accident. “But it ought to teach you not to go to so many Downworld parties,” he added. “They’re always more trouble than they’re worth.”
    Isabelle sniffed loudly. “If anything had happened to him, I—I don’t know what I would have done.”
    “Probably whatever it is you did before,” said Alec in a bored voice. “It’s not like you knew him all that well.”
    “That doesn’t mean that I don’t—”
    “What? Love him?” Alec scoffed, raising his voice. “You need to know someone to love them.”
    “But that’s not all it is.” Isabelle sounded almost sad. “Didn’t you have any fun at the party, Alec?”
    “No.”
    “I thought you might like Magnus. He’s nice, isn’t he?”
    “Nice?” Alec looked at her as if she were insane. “Kittens are nice. Warlocks are—” He hesitated. “Not,” he finished, lamely.
    “I thought you might hit it off.” Isabelle’s eye makeup glittered as bright as tears as she glanced over at her brother. “Get to be friends.”
    “I have friends,” Alec said, and looked over his shoulder, almost as if he couldn’t help it, at Jace.
    But Jace, his golden head down, lost in thought, didn’t notice.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
    "Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes



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