He produced a handkerchiefโcrisply foldedโand handed it to her. She took it with silent astonishment. Sheโd never before known anyone who carried a handkerchief.
Cassandra ClareClary, you're an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don't. It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy โ just different. There's nothing wrong with being different.
Cassandra ClareLook, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common." "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.
Cassandra ClareCome back to me, Tessa. Henry said that perhaps, since you had touched the soul of an angel, that you dream of Heaven now, of fields of angels and flowers of fire. Perhaps you are happy in those dreams. But I ask this out of pure selfishness. Come back to me. For I cannot bear to lose all my heart.
Cassandra Clare