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But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Screenwriter
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.
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I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.' 'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.
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No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns.
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It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind.
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Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? Because I do.
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You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn't a confidence booster.
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Tessa poked at her left incisor with her tongue. It was flat again, an ordinary tooth. I don't understand what makes them come out like that! Hunger, said Jem. Were you think about blood? No. Were you thinking about eating me? Will inquired. No! No one would blame you, said Jem. He's very annoying.
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Okayyyyy,” Isabelle said in a low voice, “When did Brother Zachariah get hot?
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I have heard sometimes that men who lose an arm of a leg still feel that pain in those limbs, though they are gone,' said Will. 'It is like that sometimes. I can feel Jem with me, though he is gone, and it is like I am missing a part of myself.
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It’s that I think Will is angry with me,” Tessa explained. “So whatever he told you—” He laughed. “Will is angry with everyone,” he said. “I don’t let it color my judgment.
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That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.
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Anyway that other thing we almost did in Paris-that's probably off the table for a while.Unless you want that whole baby-I'm-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal
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Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate. I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow! Ragnor is not, Catarina said. When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke. So ended our love, Magnus said. Ah, well. It would have never worked between me and the plate anyw
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Come on guys, you cant fight like this forever Actually, Simon said, raising his hand,I can. Jace made a weird noise and I realized he was trying not to laugh-which by the way, wasn't working.
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You know how the bonds of family are, my lady... They cling as tightly as vines. And sometimes, like vines, they cling tightly enough to kill.
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Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.
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Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.
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To marry a girl just to make her a widow,” said Gabriel Lightwood. “Many would say that was not a kindness.
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Will remembered the two of them, running through the dark streets of London, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seraph blades gleaming in their hands hours in the training room, shoving each other into mud puddles, throwing snowballs at Jessamine from behind an ice fort in the courtyard, asleep like puppies on the rug in front of the fire.
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I've never minded it, he went on. Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.
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