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“One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"

"They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“You know," Gabriel said, "there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will."

"There was a time I thought I was a ferret," Will said, "but that turned out to be the opium haze. Did you know it had that effect? Because I didn't.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must."

"I'll stay," Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. "I can minister angelically."

"None too convincingly. And you're not as pretty to look at as Tessa is," Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow.

"How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun."

Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be."

He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Her whole body ached; she ached, as if there were a terrible hollow emptiness inside her.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Dear God,â€� said Will, looking from Charlotte to Nate and back again. “Is there anything that makes women sillier than the sight of a wounded young man?â€�
Tessa slitted her eyes at him. “You might want to clean the rest of the blood of your face before you continue arguing in that vein.�
Will threw his arms up in the air and stalked off. Charlotte looked at Tessa, a half smile curving the side of her mouth. “I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.�
Tessa shook her head. “No one manages Will.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“You cut me,â€� he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critical interest. “It might be fatal.â€�
Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you the Magister?�
He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. “Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.�
“Are you the Magister?�
“Magister?� He looked mildly surprised by her vehemence. “That means ‘master� in Latin, doesn’t it?�
“I…� Tessa was feeling increasingly as if she were trapped in a strange dream. “I suppose it does.�
“I’ve mastered many things in life. Navigating the streets of London, dancing the quadrille, the Japanese art of flower arranging, lying at charades, concealing a highly intoxicated state, delighting young women with my charms…�
Tessa stared.
“Alas,â€� he went on, “no one has ever actually referred to me as ‘the masterâ€�, or ‘the magisterâ€�, either. More’s the pityâ€�”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray,â€� he said, “let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.â€�
He really is mad, Tessa thought, but didn’t say so; she was too alarmed by the fact that he had started toward the wide double doors of the Dark Sisters� chambers.
“No!� She caught at his arm, pulling him back. “Not that way. There’s no way out. It’s a dead end.�
“Correcting me again, I see.â€� Will turned and strode the other way, toward the shadowy corridor Tessa had always feared. Swallowing hard, she followed him.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“It was Will who broke the silence. "Very well. You have me alone in the corrider-"
"Yes, yes," said Tessa impatiently,"and thousands of women all over England would pay handsomely for the privilege of such an opportunity. Can we put aside the display of your wit for a moment? This is important.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“You point your feet out too much when you walk,â€� Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. “Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duckâ€�
“I do not walk like a duck.�
“I like ducks,â€� Jem observed diplomatically. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel