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You're a public menace. You shouldn't be allowed out on your own.

Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Right. Vampires. But how do they get inside? They fly ... We dont fly, Clary felt impelled to point out. No, Jace agreed. We dont fly. We break and enter. ... Flying sounds like more fun. -Clary & Jace, pg.258-
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There's more to someone being lovable than the way they look. ...he told me that the way you can tell if a bug or a snake is poisonous, like, is if it's got really lovely, bright markings. The more the beautiful its skin is, the more deadly it is. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.
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I learned to share work with people even when it was in its rough stages without worrying that they'd be filled with scorn and hatred. After all, I can read their rough work without turning on them like a wildebeest.
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Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I got lost in the crowd.” “I noticed,” he said. “One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone.” Sebastian chuckled. “Girl or boy werewolf?” “Not sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.
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Were you hugging Clary? He looked at Sebastian in amazement. Sebastian shrugged. She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her. You don't hug people, Jace said. I ran out of time to bake a casserole.
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Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes
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Years later Magnus would return to London and Camille Belcourt's side, and find it not all that he had dreamed. Years later another desperate Herondale boy with blue, blue eyes would come to his door, shaking with the cold of the rain and his own wretchedness, and this one Magnus would be able to help.
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Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding. Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.” “What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.
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And like lambs to a slaughter we shall follow.
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Marry me, he said. Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
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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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It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.
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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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There is more to life than surviving.
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Eventually I fell asleep in the Rabies and Lycanthropy section. Woolsey bites on occasion, and I'm concerned.' - Magnus Bane
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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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Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?
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My boyfriend always says that if it weren't for him I'd probably get rid of my apartment and live nowhere, and he's right.
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try me on any day that doesn't end in y - Jace
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I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing
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