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It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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It was hidden inside another book. One Valentine was unlikely to ever open. Magnus smiled crookedly. Simple Recipes for Housewives. No one can say your mother didn't have a sense of humor.
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In a closed urban fantasy, the magical world is secret and no one knows about it. In an open urban fantasy, everyone knows about it. So with a closed fantasy, you have to figure out how the world keeps itself secret, and with an open one, you have to figure out how knowledge of magic has altered the world we know.
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[...] I recall what you said to me once, Will went on. That words have the power to change us. Your words have changed me, Tess they have made me a better man than I would have been otherwise. Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die -
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My grandfather was a movie producer, and so I grew up on movie sets.
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How can you not understand? He pointed at her books. You read novels. Obviously, I'm here to rescue you. Don't I look like Sir Galahad? He raised his arms dramatically. My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure---
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She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong
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Whither thou goest, I will go Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me.
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Fine. Magnus stood up. But, he added, pausing by Alec's chair and leaning in close to him, you are not trivial. Alec flushed. If you say so, he said. I say so, said Magnus, and he turned to follow Isabelle out of the room.
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she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.
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There is more to someone being lovable than the way they look.
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My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.
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There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.
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The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish that he was my brother and you weren't. - Clary
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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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It's Will, she said. He's being absolutely ridiculous in the dining room. Charlotte looked puzzled. How is this different from him being totally ridiculous in the library or the weapons room or any of the other places he's usually ridiculous?
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You like the party? Is it in honor of anything? My cat's birthday. Oh. She glanced around. Where's your cat? I dont know. He ran away. -Magnus & Clary, pg.221-
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I have a dress fitting to get to at three.' (Simon) 'Cool,' said Kyle, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. 'Get them to make you something in red. It's totally your color.
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With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.
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She'd been impressed by his looks at first--those sharply planed cheekbones and those black, fathomless eyes--but his affable, sympathetic personality grated on her now. She didn't like boys who looked as if they never got mad about anything. In Isabelle's world, rage equaled passion equaled a good time.
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