The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess

by Cassandra Clare

Are you laughing at me?” “Not at you,” said Will, grinning, “more because of you. I’ve never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You’d think they were diamonds.”

It could hardly hurt the Nephilim to cease thinking that all those who do not live exactly as they do must therefore not truly live at all.”

“Sometimes, when I have to do something I don’t want to do, I pretend I’m a character from a book. It’s easier to know what they would do.”

“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.

“You’ve always been what you are. That’s not new. What you’ll get used to is knowing it.”

And one can build one’s own family. I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love,

“When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.”

I have never lived in anything but a city. I don’t know how I could sleep at night, not knowing I was surrounded by a thousand other sleeping, dreaming souls.”

It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

“There is more to living than not dying,”