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Your father, Luke said, what did he say to you when you saw him? What did he promise you? Oh, you know. The usual. A lifetime's supply of Knicks tickets.

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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
Lifetime
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Knicks
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wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness
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For our purposes you can consider it a small country between Germany and France. But there isn't anything between Germany and France. Except Switzerland. Precisely, said Jace.
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I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell. (Jace)
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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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What’s your name, then? ”Tessa looked at him in disbelief. “What’s my name?” “Don’t you know it?
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Behind her, Jace moved out into the water with a contained grace that barely rippled the surface. Simon behind him, was splashing and cursing.
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Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish he was my brother and you weren't, but I can't do anything about that and neither can you!
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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 looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.
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She felt as if she had been running, and had created a hill and was racing down the other side, and there was no stopping now. Gravity was taking her where she had to go. But -- everyone cares about something. Don't they?
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You’re seventeen,” Magnus said. “You can’t have wasted a life you’ve barely lived.
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Medium clever,” Simon acknowledged. “Like a cross between George Clooney in Ocean’s Eleven and those MythBusters guys, but, you know, better-looking.” “I’m always so glad I have no idea what you’re vacantly chattering about,” said Jace. “It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.
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[Jem] 'It will help you sleep.' 'All I’ve been doing is sleeping!' [Tessa] 'And very amusing it is to watch, said Jem. 'Did you know you twitch your nose when you sleep, like a rabbit?' 'I do not,' she said, with a whispered laugh. 'You do,' he said. 'Fortunately, I like rabbits.
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Clary, you're an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don't. It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy — just different. There's nothing wrong with being different.
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Not all that is mortal is useless.
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Don't fight in front of the client, boys. Catarina implored in her sweet voice, or I will knock your heads together so hard, your skulls will crack like eggs
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