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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission."
    "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered.
    "Selling them on what?"
    Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names."
    "Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't want tea," said Clary, with muffled force. "I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them."
    "Unfortunately," said Hodge, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.
    Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #8
    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

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I' am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #10
    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

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “You're not gay, are you?"
    Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “aren't you, uh... reproducing?

    "sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex."
    "At least you know he's still available.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories."
    "You hate the Silent Brothers," protested Isabelle.
    "I don't hate them," said Jace candidly."I'm afraid of them. It's not the same thing."
    "I thought you said they were libarians," said Clary.
    "They are librarians."
    Simon whistled. "Those must be some killer late fees.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #16
    Ellen Hopkins
    “HOW

    do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, so

    WHY

    push to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree is

    WHERE

    you want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People can never be these, and anyway,

    WHEN

    did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person

    WHO

    lives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you -

    WHAT

    is perfect.”
    Ellen Hopkins, Perfect

  • #17
    Conan O'Brien
    “Rev. Pat Robertson says that if more states legalize gay marriage, God will destroy America. He did say that afterwards, gays will come in and do a beautiful renovation.”
    Conan O'Brien

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't order any of the faerie food," said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not," he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #20
    “Besides shooting out a big blank from your buttock, you can feel as if your root chakra leaked sweet hot mucus. ”
    Hiroyuki Nishigaki, How to Good-Bye Depression: If You Constrict Anus 100 Times Everyday. Malarkey? or Effective Way?

  • #21
    Laini Taylor
    “I...I sang," she whispered, "if that matters," and Karou felt her heart pulled to pieces. This Misbegotten warrior, fiercest of them all, had crouched in an icy stream bed to sing a chimera soul into her canteen, because she hadn't known what else to do.
    The singing wouldn't have mattered, but she wasn't going to tell Liraz that. If Ziri's soul was in that canteen, Karou would happily learn whatever song Liraz had sung and make it part of her resurrection ritual forever, just so that the angel would never feel that she'd been foolish.”
    Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

  • #22
    L.M. Montgomery
    “This. This is exactly it.

    "It had always seemed to Emily, ever since she could remember, that she was very, very near to a world of wonderful beauty. Between it and herself hung only a thin curtain; she could never draw the curtain aside — but sometimes, just for a moment, a wind fluttered it and then it was as if she caught a glimpse of the enchanting realm beyond — only a glimpse — and heard a note of unearthly music.

    This moment came rarely — went swiftly, leaving her breathless with the inexpressible delight of it. She could never recall it — never summon it — never pretend it; but the wonder of it stayed with her for days. It never came twice with the same thing. Tonight the dark boughs against that far-off sky had given it. It had come with a high, wild note of wind in the night, with a shadow wave over a ripe field, with a grey bird lighting on her windowsill in a storm, with the singing of “Holy, holy, holy” in church, with a glimpse of the kitchen fire when she had come home on a dark autumn night, with the spirit-like blue of ice palms on a twilit pane, with a felicitous new word when she writing down a ‘description’ of something. And always when the flash came to her Emily felt that life was a wonderful, mysterious thing of persistent beauty."

    — Emily of New Moon by
    ‪”
    L.M. Montgomery



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