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Do you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?

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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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Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope.
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I do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful, said Linette Owens, but are you a dangerous lunatic?
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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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Oh dear, said Jace...I hope that wasn't anything important. It was a sleeping potion, she said angrily, toeing the vial with the tip of a sneaker. And now it's gone. If only Simon were here. He could bore you to sleep.
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He closed his eyes. “I’m so tired, Tess,” he said. “I only wanted pleasant dreams for once.” “That is not the way to get them, Will,” she said softly. “You cannot buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.
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I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe it doesn't apply to me.
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Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones.
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If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don't want them to die of excitement.
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I'm not a man. I have no male pride for you to trick me with, and I am not interested in single combat. That is entirely a weakness of your sex, not mine. I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want.
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Do not think I do not know that Cecily wants you to return home with her. And do not think I do not know that you remain for Jem's sake. And yours, he said before he could stop himself.
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You like the party? Is it in honor of anything? My cat's birthday. Oh. She glanced around. Where's your cat? I dont know. He ran away. -Magnus & Clary, pg.221-
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It sucked to be old enough to want to know what was going on, but so young you were always dismissed.
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What kind of guardian are you? Shouldn't you have gone to the bathroom with him? Isabelle demanded. Jordan looked horrified. Dudes, he said, do not follow other dudes to the bathroom.
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Jace flushed a slow, dark red. It's not like that. If I thought it would help the Clave-but it won't. She'll just get hurt- Even if you thought it would help the Clave, Simon said, you'd never let them have her. What makes you say that, vampire? Because no one can have her but yousaid Simon
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Time was like the rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you love a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through you fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened in Peru
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