“ Tell any grizzled old cutthroat a sob story about a double-cross and a broken heart and he'll eat right out of your hand. Cassandra Rose Clarke
“ This was why I hated beautiful people. They build you up and then they destroy you. And we let 'em. Cassandra Rose Clarke
“ They thought they were so different, Flame and Ice. Enemies always do. The Soviets and the West, they were the same. They looked at each other and saw monsters; they looked at themselves and saw men.… Cassandra Rose Clarke
“ I thought the assassin was moving kind of slow for an assassin. Maybe the magic had done something after all. Or maybe he felt sorry for me. That sort of thing happens among cutthroats more often than… Cassandra Rose Clarke
“ Beautiful people, things are to easy for them. They don't know how to survive in this world. Somebody's ugly, or even plain, normal-looking, that means they got to work twice as hard for things. For a… Cassandra Rose Clarke
“ She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless potpourri. But she still want back to it, because it was the only one. Cassandra Rose Clarke
“ She moved like water, graceful and soft and lovely. Every part of me wanted to stick out my foot and trip her, just to see her stumble. Cassandra Rose Clarke
“ You can't escape an assasin," He leaned forward, shadows swallowing his eyes. "Hangings, bumbling bureaucrats, dishonest crewman, jail - those you can talk your way out of, you try hard enough. But th… Cassandra Rose Clarke
