Max Lightwood Quotes

“Max," Jace said. "Max, I’m so sorry.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Do people ever climb the demon towers? Like, for any reason?"
Aline looked up. "Climb the demon towers?" She laughed. "No, no one ever does that. It's totally illegal, for one thing, and besides, why would you want to?"
Aline, Isabelle thought, did not have much imagination. She herself could think of lots of reasons why someone might want to climb the demon towers, if only to spit gum down on passerbys below.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Uncle Jace says we will kill all the demins,” he reported with joy. “All the demins!”
“Well, have you considered that your uncle Jace is a hurtful person?” said the demon. “Always rudely stabbing everyone, and sarcastic.”
Max scowled. “Love Uncle Jace. Hate demins.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Land I Lost

“I was going to put what birthday it was on the sign," he said, "but Jace said that after twenty, you're just old, so it doesn't matter anyway."
Jace stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth.
"I said that?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Sometimes people get taken away from you whether you want it or not. And sometimes that hurts so much, it might be easier to forget.”
― Cassandra Clare, Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy

“Alec," Kadir said, very intensely. "I also must speak to you about "The Very Small Mouse Who Went a Very Long Way," by Courtney Gray Wiese."
"What about it?" Alec said.
"You did not tell me," Kadir said. "You did not warn me sufficiently."
"We tried," said Alec.
In bleak tones, Kadir recited, "The finest mouse will go neglected/Who is not often disinfected."
"It's hard to prepare someone for it," Alec said. "You kind of have to experience it for yourself."
"Indeed," said Kadir. "I am glad for "Where the Wild Things Are," at least. I have learned, after all these years, where the wild things are. They are in this Institute.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Lost Book of the White