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Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds? If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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There's nothing wild about me. I'm a solid middle-aged man. Except that once a month you turn into a wolf and go tearing around slaughtering things, Clary said. It could be worse, Luke said. Men my age have been known to purchase expensive sports cars and sleep with supermodels.
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Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.
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This was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times. A voice that brought back, like a wave, the memory of another time on this bridge, a night so long ago, everything black and silver and the river rushing away under her feet.
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Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.
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Magnus did not like to go near the Hotel Dumont if he could help it. It was decrepit and unsettling, it held bad memories, and it also occasionally held his evil former lady love.
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Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
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I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.
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Magnus sighed. Alexander, I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two. He looked sideways at Maryse, who looked mildly horrified. Too much information?
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What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?
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What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.
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Do not think I do not know that Cecily wants you to return home with her. And do not think I do not know that you remain for Jem's sake. And yours, he said before he could stop himself.
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Henry, said Charlotte, who appeared to have recovered from her shock, if you set yourself on fire deliberately, I will institute divorce proceedings. Now sit down and eat your supper. And say hello to our guest.
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Not all that is mortal is useless.
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Magnus hoped if he ever went mad like that himself, so mad that he poisoned the very air round him and hurt everyone he came into contact with, that there would be someone ho loved him enough to stop him. To kill him, if it came to that.
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Like letting spiders live because they eat mosquitoes, Clary thought. So they're good enough to let live, good enough to make your food for you, good enough to flirt with-but not really good enough? I mean, not as good as people.
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Will turned around slowly, wiping blood from his face. You're glaring at me, he said to Magnus. You look like Church before he bites someone.
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Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who'll break my Heart
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Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.
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