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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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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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With the whole Mark of Cain thing, does that mean if I accidentally kick you during the night, I get kicked in the shins seven times by an invisible force?
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Simon stepped between them. “I’m not going to let you fight with each other.” “And what are you going to do about it if . . . Oh.” Jace's gaze trailed up to Simon’s forehead, and he grinned reluctantly. “ So basically you’re threatening to turn me into something you can sprinkle on popcorn if I don’t do what you say?
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What's all this about yanking poor Magnus and Alec back from their vacation? Isabelle demanded. They have opera tickets!
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Alec looked at her and shook his head. How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes? Isabelle shrugged philosophically. I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.
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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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Did Brother Zachariah just steal our cat?
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Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?” Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!
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Rule number one of anime, Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one knee. Never screw with a blind monk.
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There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?
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Her name rang in Will's mind like the chime of a bell he wondered if any other name on earth had such an inescapable resonance to it. She couldn't have been named something awful, could she, like Mildred. He couldn't imagine lying awake at night, staring up at the ceiling while invisible voices whispered 'Mildred' in his ears. But Tessa--
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It would hardly benefit me to hold anything back unnecessarily, when I know what I'm asking. For you to find a needle in--God, not even a haystack. A needle in a tower full of other needles.
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I'm not so sure about this wind and howling darkness business, Jace went on, smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?
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Well, I hate to tell you this, she said, but your friend is an asshole. He's not my friend, said Simon. And I couldn't agree with you more, actually. -Maia & Simon about Jace, pg.49-
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I knew you were crazy, but I didn't realize that you were out of your goddamned mind!!
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No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.
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Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend. He beamed and wiggled his fingers blue sparks shot from them. He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.
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I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet. At that he smiled. How would you know what feet taste like? I just know.
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I am glad,” he said. “They will be able to take care of each other when I am gone, or at least I can hope for it. He says she does not love him, but—surely she will come to love him in time. Will is easy to love, and he has given her his whole heart. I can see it. I hope she will not break it.
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We live and breathe words.
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If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?
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