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  • #1
    Rick Riordan
    “The real world is where the monsters are.”
    Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

  • #2
    Rick Riordan
    “The sea does not like to be restrained. ”
    Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief
    tags: sea

  • #3
    Rick Riordan
    “It's useless to lecture a human.”
    Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

  • #4
    Rick Riordan
    “Go on with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all.”
    Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

  • #5
    Rick Riordan
    “Names have power.”
    Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

  • #6
    Omar Khayyám
    “So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.”
    Omar Khayyám

  • #7
    Edwin Markham
    “He drew a circle that shut me out-
    Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout.
    But love and I had the wit to win:
    We drew a circle and took him In !

    From the poem " Outwitted”
    Edwin Markham

  • #8
    Tamora Pierce
    “Every now and then I like to do as I'm told, just to confuse people.”
    Tamora Pierce, Melting Stones

  • #9
    Holly Black
    “Kaye: You know what the sun looks like?
    Janet: No, What?
    Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water.
    Janet: That's gross, Kaye.
    Kaye: And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.”
    Holly Black, Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale

  • #10
    Holly Black
    “This is the part in the movie where that guy says, "Zombies? What zombies?" just before they eat his brains. I don't want to be that guy.”
    Holly Black, Kin

  • #11
    Holly Black
    “I like him, he thought in horror... shit. I like him.”
    Holly Black, Ironside
    tags: humor

  • #12
    Holly Black
    “No," said Luis, "You can't date the Lord of the Night Court."
    "Well, I'm not, he dumped me."
    "You can't get dumped by the lord of the night court."
    "Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.”
    Holly Black, Ironside

  • #13
    William Sansom
    “What is the colour of Christmas?
    Red?
    The red of the toyshops on a dark winter’s afternoon,
    Of Father Christmas and the robin’s breast?
    Or green?
    Green of holly and spruce and mistletoe in the house,
    dark shadow of summer in leafless winter?
    One might plainly add a romance of white,
    fields of frost and snow;
    thus white, green, red- reducing the event to the level of a Chianti bottle.
    But many will say that the significant colour is gold,
    gold of fire and treasure, of light in the winter dark; and this gets closer,
    For the true colour of Christmas is Black.
    Black of winter, black of night, black of frost and of the east wind,
    black of dangerous shadows beyond the firelight.

    I am not sure who wrote this. I got it from page nine of “A Book of Christmas” by William Sansom. Google didn’t help. It is rather true I think, that the true color of Christmas is black. For like the author said in succeeding sentences “The table yellow with electric light, the fire by which stories are told, the bright spangle of the tree- they all blazé out of shadow and out of a darkness of winter”
    William Sansom

  • #14
    Holly Black
    “You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want. ”
    Holly Black, Ironside

  • #15
    Holly Black
    “What an author doesn't know could fill a book.”
    Holly Black, Lucinda's Secret

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sorry, are you telling me that your demon-slaying buddies need to be driven to their next assignment with the forces of darkness by my mom?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't tell me," Jace said, "Simon's turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you'll have have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." He pointed at himself - he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. "Look. Jammies."
    "Jace," Clary said, "this is important."
    "Don't tell me," he said. "You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I'm not in the mood. You could always ask Hodge," he said as an afterthought. "I hear he'll do anything for a -"
    "JACE!" she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. "JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even the Inquisitor's eyebrows shot up when Magnus strode through the gate. The High Warlock was wearing black leather pants, a belt with a buckle in the shape of a jeweled M, and a cobalt-blue Prussian military jacket open over a white lace shirt. He shimmered with layers of glitter. His gaze rested for a moment on Alec's face with amusement and a hint of something else before moving on to Jace, prone on the ground.
    "Is he dead?" he inquired. "He looks dead."
    "No," snapped Maryse. "He's not dead."
    "Have you checked? I could kick him if you want." Magnus moved toward Jace.
    "Stop that!" the Inquisitor snapped, sounding like Clary's third-grade teacher demanding that she stop doodling on her desk with a marker.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat of soft green velvet, the color of moss. "I can't believe you did it!" she exclaimed. "How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?"
    "Traded him for Alec," Clary said.
    Isabelle looked mildly alarmed. "Not permanently?"
    "No," said Jace. "Just for a few hours. Unless I don't come back," he added thoughtfully. "In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy."
    Isabelle looked dubious. "Mom and Dad won't be pleased if they find out."
    "That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Simon inquired. "No, probably not.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “You're Valentine's son. I'm sure you're the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you're charming. Maybe not at the moment.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “He'd felt like a jack-o-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and dumped in a heap while a grinning smile stayed plastered on his face.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again."
    "I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time."
    "I've been thinking about you, too."
    "I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know."
    "I know. Everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “I hate Brooklyn.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace?"
    "Yeah?"
    "How did you know I had Shadowhunter blood? Was there some way you could tell?"
    The elevator arrived with a final groan. Jace unlatched the gate and slid it open. The inside reminded Clary of a birdcage, all black metal and decorative bits of gilt. "I guessed," he said, latching the door behind them. "It seemed like the most likely explanation."
    "You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
    He pressed a button in the wall, and the elevator lurched into action with a vibrating groan that she felt all through the bones in her feet. "I was ninety percent sure."
    "I see," Clary said.
    There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put a hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"
    The other ten percent," she said, and they rode the rest of the way down to the street in silence.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Clary widened her eyes, which was good for keeping herself from crying. "Isabelle, can I ask you something?"
    "Sure," said Isabelle, wielding the eyeliner expertly.
    "Is Alec gay?"
    Isabelle's wrist jerked. The eyeliner skidded, inking a long line of black from the corner of Clary's eye to her hairline. "Oh hell," Isabelle said, putting the pen down.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “The rat, huddled in the hollow of her palms, squeaked glumly. Delighted, she hugged him to her chest. "Oh poor baby," she crooned, almost as if he really were a pet. "Poor Simon, it'll be fine, I promise-"
    "I wouldn't feel too sorry for him," Jace said. "That's probably the closest he's ever gotten to second base."
    "Shut up!" Clary glared at Jace furiously, but she did loosen her grip on the rat.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #31
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self."
    "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.
    "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones



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