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Crap. It's all crap. Living is crap. Life has no meaning. None. Nowhere to be found. Crap. Why doesn't anybody realize this?


K-Ske Hasegawa


#crap #dead #death #girl #god

Before I die, I want to at least have saved Cascade. Once all the crowns are found, then I will tell her. I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live.


Stacey T. Hunt


#beauty #cascade #crown #crowns #death

She turned and looked at him. "Ducks?" she said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. "I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.


Cassandra Clare


#clary-fray #ducks #jace #smile

Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah." Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it." Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?


Cassandra Clare


#clary-fray #inner-vampire #magnus-bane #simon-lewis #smile

I don't care," Clary said. "He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing-" "He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know," Alec said.


Cassandra Clare


#chapter-one #city-of-lost-souls #clary-fray #jace #mortal-instruments

Jace set what he was holding down on the windowsill and reached out to her. She came to lean against him, and his hand slid up under her t-shirt and rested caressingly, possessively, on the small of her back. He bent to kiss her, gently at first, but the gentleness went quickly and soon she was pressed up against the glass of the window, his hands at the hem of her shirt — his shirt — “Jace.” She moved a little bit away. “I’m pretty sure people down there in the street can see us.” “We could …” He gestured toward the bed. “Move…over there.” She grinned. “You said that like it took you a while to come up with the idea.” When he spoke, his voice was muffled against her neck. “What can I say, you make my thought processes slow down. Now I know what it’s like to be a normal person.” “How … is it?” The things he was doing with his hands under the t-shirt were distracting. “Terrible. I’m already way behind on my quota of witty comments for the day.


Cassandra Clare


#clary-fray #jace-wayland #witty

Why do I always have to be the one who says 'stop'?" I demanded, my voice little more than a moan. "You don't. In fact, at this point I'm considering a petition to that word stricken from the English language." His grin was almost lazy, the gleam in his eyes an effortless challenge. "If I did, would you sign?


Rachel Vincent


#souls-screamers #tod #english

I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' - Magnus Bane


Cassandra Clare


#magnus-bane #magnus-bane

Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.


Honore de Balzac


#equality #exercise #give #great #great souls

I think writers write for their consciences, they write for their own true audiences, for their souls.


Mo Yan


#consciences #i #i think #own #souls






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