Cassandra Clare quote: I wish you'd stop desperately trying to get my attention like this," he said. "It's become embarrassing.""Sarcasm is the last ...

I wish you'd stop desperately trying to get my attention like this," he said. "It's become embarrassing.""Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt," she told him."I can't help it. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain.

~ Cassandra Clare ~

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