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You are just jealous, Magnus remarked calmly. Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself. Oh, I am positively green with envy, Ragnor snapped. Come now, Ragnor. That's not fair, said Magnus. You know I love it when you make jokes about your complexion.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
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Judith Rumelt
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Because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, because no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you.
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What are you? Im a Shadowhunter.
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Isabelle and Sebastian? Hardly. Sebastian’s a nice guy – Isabelle only likes dating thoroughly inappropriate boys our parents will hate. Mundanes, Downworlders, petty crooks…” “Thanks,” Simon said. “I’m glad to be classed with the criminal element.
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Well, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes, Simon said. Like when she breathes in or out.
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How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room.
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I get a lot of inspiration from research in mythology and folklore, I find that stories people told each other thousands of years ago are still relevant now.
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Because', she said, 'your problems are not real problems. You're dating two beautiful girls at once. Think about it. That's like...having rock-star problems.' 'Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star.
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I would write light entertainment nonfiction pieces during the day, then come home and work on my fantasy fiction. It was very difficult to get out of the one mindset and into another one.
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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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What did Isabelle want? Jace asked. Alec hesitated. Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us. Sure, said Magnus. And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour.
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I think I’m better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.
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Beautiful girls should know how to defend themselves against the advances of gentlemen.
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I may be a killer, Jace said, but I know what I am. Can you say the same?
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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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[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.
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I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.
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My ideas often come from strong mental images. When I'm observing some relatively ordinary thing, I'll think, What if.... and out of that brainstorming a story emerges.
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What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?
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Crying wouldn't help anything now.
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And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust. “By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?
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