Mark Blackthorn Quotes

“There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“He bumped into a pay phone and said, 'Excuse me, miss,' on our way in," said Julian.

"It's polite to apologize," said Mark with the same small voice.

"Not to inanimate objects.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“You don't want him," she said to the pink-haired girl. "He has syphilis."
The girls stared. "Syphilis?"
"Five percent of people in America have it," said Ty helpfully.
"I do not have syphilis," Mark said angrily. "There are no sexually transmitted diseases in Faerieland!"
"Sorry," Jules said. "You know how syphilis is. Attacks the brain.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“And if we don't have Energy runes, we'll have to get our energy the old-fashioned way."
Mark looked puzzled. "Drugs?"
"Chocolate," Emma said. "I brought chocolate. Mark, where do you even come up with these things?"
Mark smiled crookedly, shrugging one shoulder. "Faerie humor?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Why are you wearing a T-shirt under your other T-shirt?" Livvy asked.
"In case one of them is stolen," Marked said, as it were entirely normal.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“This cat is looking at me with judgment.”“He’s not,” said Jules. “That’s just his face.”“You look at me the same way,” Mark said, glancing at Julian. “Judgy face.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“To make a true choice, we must have true knowledge.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“I read once that explaining a joke is like dissecting a frog," Mark said. "You find out how it works, but the frog dies in the process.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“[Julian]"Remember, Mark is in charge.”
“Does he know that?” said Livvy.
Julian sought Mark in the crowd on the steps. He was standing with his hands behind his back, exchanging a mistrustful look with a carved stone gnome. “Your pretense does not fool me, gnome,” he muttered. “My eye will be upon you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“The stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.”
― Cassandra Clare

“We're late," she said, "The show is supposed to start in ten minutes. If some people hadn't decided that 'semiformal' meant 'seminaked'-"

"Why are you calling me 'some people'?" Mark inquired. "I am only one person.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Mark, looking beatific, took the dispenser of maple syrup off the table and upended it over his strawberries. He picked one up and put it in his mouth, stem and all. Julian stared at him.

"What?" Mark said. "This is a perfectly normal thing to eat."

"Sure it is," said Julian. "If you're a hummingbird.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes were full of feral amusement, a carelessness that spoke of a world where there was no human Law. He seemed to bring the wildness of Faerie into the room with him: a cold, sweet magic that was nevertheless a bitter at the roots.

The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not?

He held out a hand to her, half-beckoning, half-offering.

"Why lie?" he said.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Huh,” said Kit, thinking of the Cold Peace. “Are you a prisoner?”
“No,” said the faerie. “I’m Mark’s lover.”
Oh, Kit thought. The person he went into Faerie to save. He tried to stifle a look of amusement at the way faeries talked. Intellectually, he knew the word “lover” was part of traditional speech, but he couldn’t help it: He was from Los Angeles, and as far as he was concerned, Kieran had just said, Hello, I have sex with Mark Blackthorn. What about you?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“When a decision like that is made by a government, it emboldens those who are already prejudiced to speak their deepest thoughts of hate. They assume they are simply brave enough to say what everyone really thinks.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Might I make free with your lettuce, my lady?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“That is not love. That is debt.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“You can't fix grief,” said Simon. “A rabbi told me that when my father died. The only thing that fixes grief is time, and the love of the people who care about you, and Tavvy has that.” He squeezed Mark's shoulder briefly. “Take care of yourself,” he said. “Shelo ted'u od tza'ar, Mark Blackthorn.”

“What does that mean?” said Mark.

“It's a blessing,” said Simon. “Something else the rabbi taught me. ‘Let it be that you should know no further sorrow.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“No matter what happens," Mark said, "I will stay here. I will always, always stay here."
He put his arms around Julian and held him tightly. Julian exhaled, as if he were letting go of something heavy that he had carried for a long time, and leaning on Mark's shoulder, he let his older brother bear just a little of his weight.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“You see, I do not want a body without a heart.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Mark nearly fell forward, and threw his arms around Julian. Julian barely managed to catch himself before almost falling over. Mark was whipcord thin, but strong, his hands fisting in Julian's shirt. Julian could feel Mark's heart hammering, feel the sharp bones under his skin. He smelled like earth and mildew and grass and nighttime air. "Julian," Mark said, muffled, his body shaking. "Julian, my brother, my brother." Julian sighed. He wanted to relax into his older brother, let Mark hold him up the way he once had. But Mark was slighter than he was, fragile under his hands. He would be holding Mark up from now on. It was not what he had imagined, dreamed of, but it was the reality. It was his brother. He tightened his hands on Mark and adjusted his heart to bear the new burden.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Mark: “A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.
Emma: “Don’t you forsooth me.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“I am saying the choices we make in captivity are not always the choices we make in freedom. And thus we question them. We cannot help it.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Are you going to cut my throat?" Mark asked.
I'm going to cur your hair. Hold still," Christina said.
"As my lady requests.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“I desire you and love you, Cristina, and so does Mark. Stay with us.”

Cristina couldn’t move. She thought again of the first time she’d seen Mark and Kieran together. The desire she’d felt. She’d thought at the time she wanted something like what they had: that she wanted that passion for herself and some unnamed boy whose face she didn’t know.

But it had been a long time since any face in her dreams had not been either Mark’s or Kieran’s. Since she had imagined any eyes looking into hers that were both the same color. She had not wanted some vague approximation of what they had: She had wanted them.

She looked at Mark, who seemed pinned between hope and terror. “Kieran,” he said. His voice shook. “How can you ask her that? She’s not a faerie, she’ll never talk to us again—”

“But you will leave me,” she said, hearing her own voice as if it were a stranger’s. “You love each other and belong together. You will leave me and go back to Faerie.”

They looked at her with expressions of identical shock. “We will never leave you,” said Mark.

“We will stay as close to you as the tide to the shore,” said Kieran. “Neither of us wishes for anything else.” He reached out a hand. “Please believe us, Lady of Roses.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“Kieran's hands came up to cup Mark's face. His touch was gentle. "I am not doing it for you," he said. "This will be what I do for Emma and the others. Then that debt will be paid. You and I, our debts are paid already." He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Mark's. Mark wanted to chase the kiss, the warmth of it, the familiarity. He felt Kieran's hand come down to splay itself over his chest-over the elf-bolt that hung there, below his collarbone. "We will be done with each other".

"No," Mark whispered.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Your pretense does not fool me, gnome. My eye will be upon you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“You know Faerie in a way others do not. The way the water tumbles blue as ice over Branwen's Falls. The taste of music and the sound of wine. The honey hair of mermaids in the streams, the glittering of will-o'-the wisps in the shadows of the deep forest."

Mark smiled despite himself. "The brilliance of the stars --- the stars here are but pale shadows of those in Faerie.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“Because,” Mark said, “I wished to ride with you in the Hunt one last time.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“But what are Shadowhunters made of, if they desert their own ?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight