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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
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Judith Rumelt
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And we believe in his promises. Therefore you can never lose hope - hatikva - because if you keep hope alive, it will keep you alive.
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But it was Valentine. I saw him. In fact, he had the Sword with him when he came down to the cells and taunted me through the bars. It was like a bad movie, except he didn't actually twirl his mustache. - Jace Wayland
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I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet. At that he smiled. How would you know what feet taste like? I just know.
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He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. I have wanted to do this, he said, every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you.
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Magnus had learned to be careful about giving his memories with his heart. When people died, it felt like all the pieces of yourself you had given to them went as well. It took so long, building yourself back up until you were whole again, and you were never entirely the same.
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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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There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.
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We are but dust and shadows.
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Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.
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Unhappy? I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldn’t see it.” His eyes met hers. “I love you,” he said. “And you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now that I know what it’s like to be someone else—to lose myself—I want my life back. My family. You. All of it.” His eyes darkened. “I want it back.
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You know, there's a reason we can remember, [Catarina] said more softly. That's much easier when your life has an expiration date. It may be more important for us.
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It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.
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Love isn't a weakness.
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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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There are some people—people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we're all drawn toward what's beautiful and broken I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be its only by love and sacrifice so great that it destroys the giver.
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What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot?” Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecily’s eyes narrowed. “This morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like ‘darling’ or ‘love’), now it’s idiot.
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To draw something is to try to capture it forever.
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Will: 'Singing the praises of our fair city? We treat you well here, don't we, James? I doubt I'd have that kind of luck in Shanghai. What do you call us there again?' Jem: 'Yang guizi ... foreign devils.
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By the time Alec came back into the training room, Jace was lying on the floor, envisioning lines of dancing girls in an effort to ignore the pain in his wrists. It wasn’t working. ~pg. 317~
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If there is a life after this one, he said, let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.
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