Cassandra Clare Matt Quotations

No matter what the price offered, no Downworlder would fail to listen to a warning against one of the nephilim.

If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?

the action we take in the name of love,those are moral or immoral.and normally it wouldn't matter

We don't require luck," said Will, "we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?

Because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, because no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you.

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.

Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things.

You mean you haven’t been going on romantic dates with Sebastian while you’ve been away from me?” “I tried,” Jace said, “but no matter how liquored up you get him, he just won’t put out.

Everything that happens to you matters to me.

It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true.' 'And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too.

No matter how many books you've written, whenever you sit down to write a new book, you always feel the same challenge - how do you shape this story into a book that people are going to love.

No one blames her." "That never matters," said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself.

But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?

I just don't see why the past has to matter.

You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance", Jem said.

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.

With God on your side, what does luck matter?

what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it?