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Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Beauty
Incomparable
Fades
Cooking
Eternal

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Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.
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Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. Not my favorite topic, Smedley. Simon, said Simon. If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name.
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Funny isn’t it?” said Sebastian. “The lies good people tell. He’ll probably make you eggs every day for the rest of your life now, and you’ll choke them down because you can’t tell him you don’t like them.” Clary thought of the Seelie Queen. “Love makes liars of us all?
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What? Jace was still staring at her as if she'd told him she'd found one of the Silent Brothers doing nude cartwheels in the hallway.
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Magnus wants to shout at me, don’t you, Magnus?” (Jace) “Yes,” Magnus said, tearing his eyes away from Alec long enough to scowl. -pg.275-
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Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all.
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And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt. It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessamine lowered her hand from her mouth, her face still very pale. Goodness, my nose is enormous, she exclaimed. Why didn't anyone tell me?
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to love is to destroy
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Admiring yourself?” The Inquisitor’s voice but through his reverie. “You wont look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you.” “You do seem obsessed with my looks.” Jace turned away from the mirror with some relief. “Could it be that all this is because you‘re attracted to me?
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That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.
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One must always be careful of books, said Tessa, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.
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Will looked horrified. What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?
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Yech, said Simon. Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.
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And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust. “By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?
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If only Simon were here. He could probably bore you to sleep.
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Clary stopped dead in her tracks. Simon? Oh, God, said Jace, sounding resigned. And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting. -Clary and Jace pg. 114
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If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you. Who's Magnus? Max inquired. He's a warlock, said Alec. A sexy, sexy warlock, Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury. But warlocks are bad, protested Max, looking baffled. Exactly, said Isabelle.
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Regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?
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I never said that. I just didn't correct you when you were, you know, wrong. Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you're not allowed to be mad. -Jace
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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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