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I can trust you, Jessie, but you're clearly not well enough to go. Which is unfortunate, since Aloysius always had a weakness for a pretty face. Even more reason why I should go, said Will.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Love did not overcome everything. Love did not always endure. All you had could be taken away, love could be the last thing you had, and then love could be taken too.
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Gold to airy thinness beat.
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What are you thinking? Just how different everything down there is now, you know, now that I can see. Everything down there is exactly the same, he said. You're the one that's different.
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Come with me. Come with you? To Pandemonium? To the Void? And here I thought that my invitation to summer in New Jersey was the worst I had ever received.
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Hodge had given up a long time ago trying to live a better life or a different one all he wanted was not to be afraid, and so he was afraid all the time
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Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.
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Beautiful girls should know how to defend themselves against the advances of gentlemen.
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Will: Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ... Jem: Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis. Or demon pox, Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.
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Charlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, “Will, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it was—” “Gibberish?” Jem suggested. “Pornographic?” said Will at the same time. “Could be both,” said Will. “Haven’t you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?
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The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
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What are you doing here anyway? 'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet?
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As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy London air, and remembered another night, a night of ghosts and snow and Christmas music, and Will standing on the steps of the Institute, watching Magnus as he went.
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Sophie said to me once that she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face. This is your true self, Tessa. This power is who you are. Whoever loves you now--and you must also love yourself--will love the truth of you.
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That the wall is coming down.
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A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar.
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Pardon me, but we did not have the time to exchange that kind of personal information, Magnus said. I could not have known! Moreover, I wish to assure both of you that I did not make any amorous advances on female monkeys. he paused and winked. I didn't actually see any, so I never got the chance.
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I've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat. -pg.170-
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Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn't die a horrible death? Simon wondered out loud. It's like being the drummer in Spinal Tap.
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No. That's Clary shes's my best friend. Simon pocketed his phone. And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one.
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Come back to me, Tessa. Henry said that perhaps, since you had touched the soul of an angel, that you dream of Heaven now, of fields of angels and flowers of fire. Perhaps you are happy in those dreams. But I ask this out of pure selfishness. Come back to me. For I cannot bear to lose all my heart.
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