Who am I?” he whispered. “For years I pretended I was other than I was, and then I gloried that I might return to the truth of myself, only to find there is no truth to return to. I was an ordinary child, and then I was a not very good man, and now I do not know how to be either of those things any longer. I do not know what I am, and when Jem is gone, there will be no one to show me.
Cassandra ClareLadies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.
Cassandra ClareIf you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes.
Cassandra ClareMy Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.
Cassandra Clare