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And write what you love - dont feel pressured to write serious prose if what you like is to be funny. You're a reader as well as a writer, so write what you'd want to read.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Judith Rumelt
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She had made the choice for him - in a moment of flight and panic, but she had made it - not realizing that her Jace would rather die than be like this, and that she'd been not so much saving his life as damning him to an existence he would despise.
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wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness
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there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side. - jace
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Will! Charlotte threw up her hands. Why didn't you say so? You know, the books on demon pox are in the library, Will said with an injured tone. I wasn't preventing anyone from reading them
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I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.
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I am not the one of us who has no heart.
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she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.
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When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.
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All things tend toward entropy. The whole universe is moving outward, the stars pulling away from one another, God knows what falling through the cracks between them.
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Clary made fun of him about his new look but, then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious.
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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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It was odd, (Tessa thought), what brought out tenderness in people.
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It was a bit warm. Still. If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to. One should wear everything, or one should wear nothing at all.
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I curse you, it said. All who love you will die. Their love will be their destruction. It may take moments, it may take years, but any who look upon you with love will die of it, unless you remove yourself from them forever. And I shall begin it with her. It snarled in Ella’s direction, and vanished.
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Tell me,” Isabelle said.“Who it was. That my father had the affair with.
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Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do.
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If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you. Who's Magnus? Max inquired. He's a warlock, said Alec. A sexy, sexy warlock, Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury. But warlocks are bad, protested Max, looking baffled. Exactly, said Isabelle.
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In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations. You invited him into bed? Simon demanded, looking shaken. Ridiculous, isn't it? said Jace. We would never have all fit.
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Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.
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Dreams can be dangerous things.
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