#clockwork

Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones, ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#change

We are ever capable of change and ever capable of being our better selves ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#infernaldevices #change

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days, and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither. ↗

— Anthony Burgess

#anthony-burgess #change

The 21st chapter gives the novel the quality of genuine fiction, an art founded on the principle that human beings change. ----- "A Clockwork Orange Resucked" intro to first full American version 1986 ↗

— Anthony Burgess

#american #intro #introduction #irony #philosophical

My darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months. Little Buford - " "I am NOT naming our child Buford... ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#child #clockwork-prince #funny #funny

Someday, Will, I will go where none can follow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later. Have you ever asked yourself why I agreed to be your parabatai? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#friendships #jem-carstairs #will-herondale #friendship

I am not a certified idiot—" "Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gabriel-lightwood #will-herondale #intelligence

You see it, don't you, James? Without Tessa there is nothing for me--no joy, no light, no life. If you loved me, you would let me have her. You can't love her as I do. No one could. If you are truly my brother, you would do this for me. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem #tessa #the-infernal-devices #will #life

And therefor," said Magnus "We must go." Will blinked at him. "Go where?" "Don't worry about that right now, my love." Will blinked again. "Pardon? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #will #love

And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust. “By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will. “Has no one respect for the classics these days? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #respect