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  • #1
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And so it goes...”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “Each man kills the thing he loves.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
    "Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #6
    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

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"

    "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Some guys look at you like they only want sex. Jace looks at you like you've had sex - it was great and now you're just friends. Drives girls crazy. Know what I mean?" Yes. Clary thought. "No." Clary said.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #12
    Benjamin Franklin Wade
    “Go to heaven for the climate and hell for the company.”
    Benjamin Franklin Wade

  • #13
    John Green
    “I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven or fear of hell, but because He is God.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #14
    Paulo Coelho
    “When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.”
    Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

  • #15
    John Milton
    “Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #16
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Damned

  • #17
    Oscar Wilde
    “Each of us has heaven and hell in him...”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #18
    Chuck Klosterman
    “Though I obviously have no proof of this, the one aspect of life that seems clear to me is that good people do whatever they believe is the right thing to do. Being virtuous is hard, not easy. The idea of doing good things simply because you're good seems like a zero-sum game; I'm not even sure those actions would still qualify as 'good,' since they'd merely be a function of normal behavior. Regardless of what kind of god you believe in--a loving god, a vengeful god, a capricious god, a snooty beret-wearing French god, or whatever--one has to assume that you can't be penalized for doing the things you believe to be truly righteous and just. Certainly, this creates some pretty glaring problems: Hitler may have thought he was serving God. Stalin may have thought he was serving God (or something vaguely similar). I'm certain Osama bin Laden was positive he was serving God. It's not hard to fathom that all of those maniacs were certain that what they were doing was right. Meanwhile, I constantly do things that I know are wrong; they're not on the same scale as incinerating Jews or blowing up skyscrapers, but my motivations might be worse. I have looked directly into the eyes of a woman I loved and told her lies for no reason, except that those lies would allow me to continue having sex with another woman I cared about less. This act did not kill 20 million Russian peasants, but it might be more 'diabolical' in a literal sense. If I died and found out I was going to hell and Stalin was in heaven, I would note the irony, but I couldn't complain. I don't make the fucking rules.”
    Chuck Klosterman, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto

  • #19
    John Green
    “Islam and Christianity promise eternal paradise to the faithful. And that is a powerful opiate, certainly, the hope of a better life to come. But there's a Sufi story that challenges the notion that people believe only because they need an opiate. Rabe'a al-Adiwiyah, a great woman saint of Sufism, was seem running through the streets of her hometown, Basra, carrying a torch in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. When someone asked her what she was doing, she answered, 'I am going to take this bucket of water and pour it on the flames of hell, and then I am going to use this torch to burn down the gates of paradise so that people will not love God for want of heaven of fear of hell, but because He is God.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along”
    Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

  • #21
    Kristen Ashley
    “You got one life, never use it just to breathe.”
    Kristen Ashley, Heaven and Hell

  • #22
    Donald Miller
    “I don't wonder anymore what I'll tell God when I go to heaven when we sit in the chairs under the tree, outside the city........I'll tell these things to God, and he'll laugh, I think and he'll remind me of the parts I forgot, the parts that were his favorite. We'll sit and remember my story together, and then he'll stand and put his arms around me and say, "well done," and that he liked my story. And my soul won't be thirsty anymore. Finally he'll turn and we'll walk toward the city, a city he will have spoken into existence a city built in a place where once there'd been nothing. ”
    Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “Your Bracelet," she said. "Acheronta movebo.' It doesn't mean 'Thus always to tyrants.' That's 'sic semper tyrannis.' This is from Virgil. 'Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.' If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #24
    John Green
    “One of these days, I keep telling myself, you'll learn to truly shut up and not care. And until then...well, until then I'll keep taking deep breaths because it feels like the wind got knocked out of me. For all my not crying, I sure feel a hell of a lot worse than I did at the end of All Dogs go to Heaven.”
    John Green

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Alec isn’t happy,” said Magnus, as if she hadn’t spoken.
    “Of course he isn’t,” Isabelle snapped. “Jace—”
    “Jace,” said Magnus, and his hands made fists at his sides. Isabelle stared at him. She had always thought that he didn’t mind Jace; liked him, even, once the question of Alec’s affections had been settled. Out loud, she said:
    “I thought you were friends.”
    “It’s not that,” said Magnus. “There are some people — people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.”
    Isabelle shook her head slowly. “You’ve lost me. Jace is our brother, but for Alec — he’s Jace’s parabatai too —”
    “I know about parabatai,” said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left—”
    “Stop it!” Isabelle clapped her hands over her ears, then lowered them slowly. “How dare you, Magnus Bane,” she said.
    “How dare you make this worse than it is —”
    “Isabelle.” Magnus’ hands loosened; he looked a little wide-eyed, as if his outburst had startled even him. “I am sorry. I forget, sometimes . . . that with all your self-control and strength, you possess the same vulnerability that Alec does.”
    “There is nothing weak about Alec,” said Isabelle.
    “No,” said Magnus. “To love as you choose, that takes strength. The thing is, I wanted you here for him. There are things I can’t do for him, can’t give him . . .” For a moment Magnus looked oddly vulnerable. “You have known Jace as long as he has. You can give him understanding I can’t. And he loves you.”
    “Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”
    “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. “Just ask Clary.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.

    And then there was Camille.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “Bright star,” Magnus said, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he were remembering something, or someone. “Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most, Will. I will not ever forget you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “There are some people—people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we're all drawn toward what's beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be; its only by love and sacrifice so great that it destroys the giver.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Oh, I'll trust you," the boy told him carelessly. "It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors."
    "I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood," Magnus said under his breath.”
    Cassandra Clare, The Midnight Heir



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