I dreamed what you dreamed

November 9, 2019

We live and breathe words….It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colours and textures and sounds, I felt – I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted – and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.

Cassandra Clare
Clockwork Prince

fetish

March 5, 2017

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“I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”

“Don’t be sexist.”

“Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.”

Cassandra Clare
City of Glass

It’s Sunday…

February 12, 2017

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Isabelle snorted. ‘All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.’

‘You noticed’ said Simon.

‘I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,’ added Magnus.

‘Please never say those words in front of my parents,’ said Alec. ‘Especially my father.’

‘I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,’ Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was — as he often was — scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn’t an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec’s answer than he would have been otherwise.

‘My mother seems to have accepted it,’ Alec said. ‘But my father — no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.’

Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. ‘Turned you gay?’ She sounded incredulous. ‘Alec, you didn’t tell me that.’

‘I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,’ said Simon.

Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. ‘I’ve read Magnus’s stash of comics,’ said Alec, ‘so I actually know what you’re talking about’ A small smile played around his mouth. ‘So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?’

‘Only if it was a really gay spider,’ said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. ‘Ow, okay, never mind.”

Cassandra Clare
City of Lost Souls

Only the weak-minded

November 26, 2016

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Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

Cassandra Clare
Clockwork Angel

The weak-minded…

April 7, 2016

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Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

Cassandra Clare
Clockwork Angel

phrased in terms of burning

December 27, 2015

Woman-on-Fire

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”

Cassandra Clare
Clockwork Princess

Reading your words…

August 21, 2015

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We live and breathe words…..It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colours and textures and sounds, I felt – I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted – and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Prince

All the deadly sins…

July 31, 2015

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He grinned. “I was trying to remember all the deadly sins the other day,” he said. “Greed, envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry…”

“I’m pretty sure irony isn’t a deadly sin.”

“I’m pretty sure it is.”

“Lust,” she said. “Lust is a deadly sin.”

“And spanking.”

“I think that falls under lust.”

“I think it should have its own category,” said Jace. “Greed, envy, gluttony, irony, pedantry, lust, and spanking.”

Cassandra Clare
City of Lost Souls

Taste the sweetness…

June 26, 2015

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“It was at first almost as if he hadn’t wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she’d wanted to do since the first time she’d seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings”

Cassandra Clare
Clockwork Angel

words

“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt–I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

Cassandra Clare
Clockwork Prince