Ocupation: Author
Life: b. July 27, 1973
Birthday: July 27
I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I do hate you and then I see you and I.
source: Cassandra Clare (2009). “City of Ashes”, p.244, Simon and Schuster
topic: Hate, Eye, Light, Unconcerned