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Clockwork Angel

Book by Cassandra Clare · 25 quotes · Said, Will Herondale, Clockwork Angel

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“I don’t understand what makes them come out like that!”“Hunger,” said Jem. “Were you thinking about blood?”“No.”“Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired.“No!"“No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.”

“But you are not a lady, Jessamine—,” Charlotte began.“Dear me,” said Will. “Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”“What I mean,” Charlotte said, correcting herself, “is that you are a Shadowhunter first, and a lady second.”

“Will grinned. “Some of these books are dangerous,” he said. “It’s wise to be careful.”“One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”“I’m not sure a book has ever changed me,” said Will. “Well, there is one volume that promises to teach one how to turn oneself into an entire flock of sheep—”“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry,” said Tessa”

“Whatever you are physically,' he said, 'male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy - all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.”

“Es geht um Will. Er legt im Speiseraum ein absolut lächerliches Verhalten an den Tag." "Und wie unterscheidet sich das von dem absolut lächerlichen Verhalten, das er in der Bibliothek oder in der Waffenkammer oder in einem der anderen Räume an den Tag legt?" "Der Unterschied besteht darin, dass wir im Zimmer ESSEN müssen.”

“Also lass mich raten, Jessie: Du bist im Park einer bedauernswerten Dame begegnet, die unglücklicherweise ein Kleid trug, dessen Farbe sich mit dem Ton deiner Robe nicht vertrug. Und deshalb hast du ihr mit deinem ingeniösen kleinen Sonnenschirm die Kehle aufgeschlitzt, nicht wahr?" Jessamine funkelte ihn an. "Du bist einfach lächerlich", stieß sie wütend hervor. "Ich meine, ich trage ein blaues Kleid. Und Blau verträgt sich mit ALLEM - was du eigentlich wissen solltest. Schließlich bist du bei deiner eigenen Kleidung die Eitelkeit in Person." "Blau verträgt sich keineswegs mit allem", beschied Will ihr. "Zu Rot passt es beispielsweise überhaupt nicht." "Ich besitze eine rot-blau gestreifte Weste", warf Henry ein. "Also wenn DAS nicht ausreicht als Beweis dafür, dass man diese beiden Farben niemals miteinander kombinieren sollte, dann weiß ich es wirklich nicht.”

“Charlotte, darling, Henry said to his wife, who was staring at im in gape-mouthed horror. Jassamine, beside her, was wided eyed. Sorry im late. You know, i think i might nearly have the sensor working- Will interrupted. Henry, he said, your on fire. You do know that, don't you? Oh, yes, Henry said eagerly. The flames were now nearly to his shoulder. I've been working like a man possessed all day. Charlotte, did you hear what i said about the sensor? Charlotte dropped her hand from her mouth. Henry! She shrieked. Your arm! Henry glanced down at his arm, and his mouth dropped open. Bloody hell!”

“Jem gave her a wistful look. “Must you go? I was rather hoping that 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 it to gazing at the radiance of the sun.” Jem still had his eyes closed. “If they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.”

“My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?" He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”

“Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth." "But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began. "Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”

“I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.' Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer - and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. 'Perhaps he's in love with Agatha', she said. 'I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.”