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Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.

Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Imaginatively
Bankrupt
Sarcasm
Jace
Refuge
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You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.
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No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.
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Your city is under attack, he said. 'The wards are down, adn the streets area full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you? Magnus to Alec
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No one blames her. That never matters, said Alec. Not when you blame yourself.
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The great thing about writing for a younger audience is that they will give it to you straight with their responses. They'll tell you exactly what they liked and didn't like, and when they're enthusiastic, they're unashamedly enthusiastic. They'll talk to you about your characters as if they were real people, which is wonderful.
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Somebody's girlfriend, she said. Somebody's sister, somebody's daughter. All these things I never knew I was before, and I still don't really know what I am.
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I am a man he told her, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.
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Jem is my greatest sin.
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Time was like the rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you love a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through you fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened in Peru
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Clary wondered what exactly peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup tasted like.
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Some Laws were meant to be broken.
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Will: You are not really dying, are you? Jem: So they tell me. Will: I am sorry. Jem: No. Don’t be ordinary like that. Don’t say you’re sorry. Say you’ll train with me. Will: I’ll train with you.
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Gracious, said Cecily. You must be Mr. Sallows. Nephilim, observed the shop owner gloomily. I detest Nephilim. Hmph, said Cecily. Charmed, I'm sure.
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He closed his eyes. “I’m so tired, Tess,” he said. “I only wanted pleasant dreams for once.” “That is not the way to get them, Will,” she said softly. “You cannot buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.
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Do you think she’ll catch him before he gets to the hall?” “My mom’s spent her whole life chasing me around,” Clary said. “She moves fast.
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But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering
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You’re attacking that one like a wolverine.
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I don't think she doesn't believe she can die. I think, just like you always did, she believes there are things worth dying for.
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Don’t take this the wrong way, but you smell like Magnus.
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She's alive, Thomas said, not opening his eyes. What? Will was caught off guard. The one you come back for. Her. Tessa. She's with Sophie.
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