#simon

"Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?"asked Simon."No,"Jace said. "Sometimes he sits on the couch and does it."

"I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass."

"Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?""No"Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons."

"And so that means...""We have to rob the Henley,"Simon said.Kat sank onto a truly uncomfortable sofa. "Again."

"He's still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. "I'm not the Chosen One,"he says.I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you,"I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you."

"Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks."

"Lawful good to lawful evil!"said Simon, pleased."He's quoting Dungeons and Dragons,"said Clary. "Ignore him."

"Is there some particular reason that you're here?"..."Not this again.""Not what again?"said Clary."Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house."Simon pointed at Jace."

"Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you."

"Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look..."Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. "Leave your cloths on, Tori,"Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. "Please."

"Patience, grasshopper,"said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait.""I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'"said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life."

"I guess it’s true what they say,"observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches.""That’s atheists, jackass,"said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches."