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When I was a little kid, I realized that if you say any word over and over fast enough, it loses all it's meaning.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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For me my big dream that I would like to achieve is for each book to be better than the books that came before, to continue to improve and to become better as a writer and hopefully to have a long career.
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It would be one thing if I had been cursed so that everyone I loved would die, said Will. I could keep myself from loving. To keep others from caring for me--it is an odd, exhausting procedure.
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We had and incident. I took care of it. Really. Jace's voice dripped sarcasm. Do you even know how to use that knife, Clarissa? Without poking a hole in yourself or any innocent bystanders?
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Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.
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I know you worry about me needing you, but I shouldn't be with you because I need you. I should be with you because I love you.
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He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.
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There was something about Jace, though, that made her want to push him, crack that shell of cynicism and make him admit her believed something, felt something, cared about anythinng at all.
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Behind her, Jace moved out into the water with a contained grace that barely rippled the surface. Simon behind him, was splashing and cursing.
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And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff? Clary gnawed her lower lip. So I hear. And you kill them, too? Simon asked, directing the question to Jace, who had put the stele back in his pocket and was examining his flawless nails for defects. Only when they've been naughty.
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One can love two children. But your heart can be given romantic love to only a single other, said Woolsey.
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Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.
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Oh, I'll trust you, the boy told him carelessly. It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors. I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood, Magnus said under his breath.
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But you have to learn to bend a little, said Clary with a yawn. Despite the story's content, the rhythm of Jace's voice had made her sleepy. Or you'll break. Not if your strong enough, said Jace firmly. He reached out, and she felt the back of his hand brush her cheek.
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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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