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Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Livestock
Turning
Oneself
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I am catastrophically in love with you.
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He was standing leaning against the door frame now he stood up straight. How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?
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Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self. Canoodle? repeated Clary, never having heard the word before. Magnificent? repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like Get out.
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Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.
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I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?
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I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe? He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining. No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.
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Maryse sighed.Nothing conclusive.If only the dead could talk,eh,Lucian?
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What is Aldous capable of? Aldous is two thousands years old. He's capable of anything. Aldous Nix is two thousands years old? So, I've heard. He doesn't invite me to his birthday parties.
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You are the central point about which his world spins.
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Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.
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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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-Nunca dejaría de creer en ti -dijo-. Jamás. Lo que siento por ti...-Se atracó-. Es lo más grande que he sentido en mi vida. [pp.78]
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So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy? You could say that. Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it. I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.
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Clary felt suddenly annoyed. When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death? Exsanguinated, said Jace, impressed. That's a big word. And you're a big- Tsk tsk, he interupted. No swearing in church.
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Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.
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Good. Because I don't need protecting. I knew you'd say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We're meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That's what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.
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He'd woken up the next day in the city hospital with Magnus Bane staring down at him with an odd expression--it could have been deep concern or merely curiosity, it was hard to tell with Magnus.
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...We die, we turn, we are reborn as we deserve to be reborn, based on our doings in this world. Will looked down at his bitten nails. I will probably be reborn as a slug that someone salts.
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You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as cactus, Catarina said, her voice flat. Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy.
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Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will. -pg. 329-
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