# City of Bones

- Author: [Cassandra Clare](https://www.leafyquotes.com/cassandra-clare.md)
- Quotes: 67
- Book page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/cassandra-clare/city-of-bones

## Quotes

> Jace to Isabelle, pg. 194

> "Drive fast, mundane. Drive like hell was following you."

> "Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out of the car window if you feel like it."
>
> Luke laughed. "I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever."

> "I can't wait 'til you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram."

> "Seeing through glamour is easy. It's people that are hard."

> "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 ask Hodge."

> "It's been so long that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong."

> "Was it weird hearing from Jace? I mean, since you found out . . ."
>
> "Yes? Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?"
>
> "No wonder that cat of his hates everyone."

> "Wait a second."
>
> "I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere."

> Only Jace could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will.

> That sounds terrific. Just you, your comatose wife, your shell-shocked son, and you daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.

> "Sorry, are you telling me that your demon-slaying buddies need to be driven to their next assignation with the forces of darkness by my mom?"

> "It's the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl."

> "I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace. Girls killing things."
>
> "I like anyone killing things," He said equably, "Especially me."

> "So she had a box. Lots of people have boxes. They keep things in them. It's a growing trend, I hear."

> "Honestly Jace, don't you know better than to play with broken glass?"

> "The nod means, 'I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass.'"

> "Demonic activity levels? Do they have a device that measures whether the demons inside the house are doing power yoga?"

> "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
>
> "At least you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
>
> "Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting."

> "Do you think it was a coincidence?"
>
> "Do I think what was a coincidence?"
>
> "That we wound up in Pandemonium the same night that Jace and the others just happened to be there, pursuing a demon? The night before Valentine came for my mother?"
>
> Simon shook his head. "I don't believe in coincidences."
>
> "Neither do I."
>
> "But I have to admit, coincidence or not, it turned out to be a fortuitous occurrence."

> Jace was still staring at her as if she'd told him she'd found out one of the Silent Brothers doing nude cartwheels in the hallway.

> "You know, most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction."
>
> "Ah, that might explain why I so often run into people who seem to dislike me."

> "Well there goes my plan for selling them on eBay," Clary muttered.
>
> "Selling them on what?"
>
> Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power."

> "Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades, electrum wire-- not much use at the moment, but it's always good to have a spare--silver bullets, charm of protection, crucifixes, stars of David-"
>
> "Jesus," said Clary.
>
> "I doubt he'd fit."

> "Do you want to tell me what this is about, or should I just call the police?"
>
> "And tell them what?" Jace said witheringly. "That invisible people are bothering you? Trust me, little girl, the police aren't going to arrest someone they can't see."

> "Meanwhile," Simon added, "I wanted to tell you that lately I've been cross-dressing. Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know."

> "Much like postal service, demon hunters never sleep. 'Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these-'"
>
> "You'd be in major trouble if gloom of night did stay you."

> "Jesus!" Luke exclaimed. "Actually, it's just me," said Simon. "Although I've been told the resemblance is startling."

> "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood,"

> "When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?"

> "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."

> "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."

> He cut his glance toward Jace, who was walking a few paces ahead of them, apparently conversing with the cat. Clary wondered what they were talking about. Politics? Opera? The high price of tuna?

> "Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I'm afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to- "
>
> "SIMON!" Clary held the phone away from her ear as he cracked up laughing. "That is so not funny!"

> "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."
>
> "I knew we should have left you a rat."

> "It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one."

> "Oh-Simon!"
>
> "No, I'm Jace," said Jace patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense."

> "I've never asked, but I'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his shrubbery."

> "You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you?" he asked.
>
> She shook her head.
>
> He didn't seem to notice. "She said you'd break my heart."

> "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have asked."

> "This is bad," said Jace.
>
> "You said that before."
>
> "It seemed worth repeating."

> "He's probably never met a six-foot-tall hot elf-woman in a fur bikini, either,"

> "I thought it'd be something cooler, like a van with 'Death to Demons' painted on the outside, or . . ."

> "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-"
>
> He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know."
>
> "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you."

> "Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually, he offered to wake you up himself, but since it's five a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at."

> "Maybe. Although I doubt most Shadowhunters get a tattoo of Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on their left shoulder."

> "Is there anything I could get for you?" he asked. "Something to drink? Some tea?"
>
> "I don't want tea," said Clary, with a muffled force. "I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them."
>
> "Unfortunately," said Hodge, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing."

> "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."

> "I always thought cab drivers didn't pay attention to traffic, but this is ridiculous,"

> "A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance novel covers? The-"

> "Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."

> "I thought you guys said only some of the vampire bikes could fly?"
>
> "Only some of them can!"
>
> "How did you know this was one of them?"
>
> "I didn't!"

> "What?" Simon looked alarmed. "I'm not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isn't a very attractive woman, for her age."

> "If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you'd be twice as funny as you are."

> "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.'"

> "Well you'll have to wait 'til tomorrow. I'm out of commission." He pointed at himself. "Look. Jammies."

> "I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners."

> "I suppose you don't have much time for enjoying music," Clary said, thinking of Simon, for whom music was his entire life, "in your line of work."
>
> He shrugged. "Maybe the occasional wailing chorus of the damned."

> "Where's Simon?" Clary interrupted.
>
> Isabelle wobbled. "He's a rat," she said darkly.
>
> "Did he do something to you?" Alec was full of brotherly concern. "Did he touch you? If he tried anything-"
>
> "No, Alec," Isabelle said irritably. "Not like that. He's a rat"

> "Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead."
>
> "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face.
>
> "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."

> "Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside the dryer with the clothes," Clary said. "The difference is, she didn't let me."
>
> "Probably because going around and around inside a dryer can be fatal," Jace pointed out, "whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it."

> "I'll get the coffee if you find us a seat. What do you want?"
>
> "Just coffee. Black – like my soul."

> "She was afraid you'd freak out? Start seeing demons in the White House?"

> "To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed."

> "Maybe you should have thought about that before you kissed me," he said.
>
> "I kissed you?"
>
> "Don't worry, it wasn't that memorable for me, either."

> "You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
>
> "I was ninety percent sure."
>
> "I see," Clary said.
>
> There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"
>
> "The other ten percent."

> "There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way, we're on our own."