Cassandra Clare - Simon Quotes

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You think she'll be able to talk sense into him? she asked. His sister? "If he listens to anyone, it would be her. That's sweet, said Maia. That he loves his sister like that. Yeah, Simon said. It's precious

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You're not gay, are you?" Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.

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Have you told Eric and the rest of them that— That I'm a vampire? No. It isn't the sort of thing you just drop into casual conversation. Maybe not, but they're your friends. They should know. And besides, they'll just think it makes you more of a rock god, like that vampire Lester. Lestat, Simon said. That would be the vampire Lestat. And he's fictional.

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What? Simon looked alarmed. I'm not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isn't a very attractive woman for her age.

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Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common." "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.

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Simon kept pace beside Clary for a few moments without speaking before he said, So what did I miss? Naked dancing ladies? Clary thought of the male faerie's torn-open ribs and shuddered. Nothing that pleasant.

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"I was looking for Simon." Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning." She shrugged. "He's a vampire." "But I'm not."

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Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah." Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it." Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?

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I'd do almost anything for you, Simon said quietly. I'd die for you. You know that. But would I kill someone else, someone innocent? What about a lot of innocent lives? What about the whole world? Is it really love to tell someone that if it came down to picking between them and every other life on the planet, you'd pick them? Is that—I don't know, is that a moral sort of love at all?

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Behind her, Jace moved out into the water with a contained grace that barely rippled the surface. Simon behind him, was splashing and cursing.

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You are Spider-Man! she exclaimed. Simon glanced down from his perch halfway up the pillar. That makes you Mary Jane. She has red hair,

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He landed on his back amid a tangled pile of clothes. "Isabelle," Simon protested weakly, "do you really think this is going to make you feel any better?" "Trust me," Isabelle said, placing a hand on his chest, just over his unbeating heart. "I feel better already.

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You snuck up on me, she said. I guess I'm not much of a Shadowhunter, huh? Simon shrugged. Well, in your defense, I do move with a silent, pantherlike grace.

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She took out a shiny folded pamphlet, the kind they kept stacked in clear plastic stands in hospital waiting rooms. "How to Come Out to Your Parents," she read out loud. "LUKE. Don't be ridiculous. Simon's not gay, he's a vampire.

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He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.

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Do you think…" He raised his eyebrows. "Do I think what?" "That Valentine might have drowned?" "Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body," said Simon. "That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes.

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"Everything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls." Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I don't think-" "So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?"

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I didn't know you were bringing the mundane." His blue eyes flicked uneasily over Simon. "That's what I like about you people," said Simon. "You always make me feel so welcome.

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Simon looked at Jordan who was looking at Maia again. She had her back to them and was talking to Luke and Jocelyn, laughing, flinging her curly hair back. "Don't even think about it," Simon said, and got up. He pointed at Jordan. "You stay here." "And do what?" "Whatever Praetor Lupas do in this situation. Meditate. Contemplate your Jedi powers. Whatever.

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Maybe you should call him,' Simon suggested, trying not to think too hard about how weird it was to be giving a demon hunter advice about possibly dating a warlock.

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I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty.

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Clary stopped dead in her tracks. "Simon?" "Oh, God," said Jace, sounding resigned. "And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting."

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Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn't blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.

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Well, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes," Simon said. "Like when she breathes in or out.

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Simon watched a kelpie skip past, carrying a glass of blue fluid, and raised an eyebrow. It's not like Magnus's party, Isabelle reassured him. Everything here ought to be safe to drink. Ought to be? Aline look worried.

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Magnus looked at her meditatively. 'I think,' he said, 'there isn't much that Jace wouldn't do for you, if you asked him.' Clary opened her mouth and then shut it again. She thought of the way Magnus had always seemed to know how Alec felt about Jace, how Simon felt about her. Her feelings for Jace must be written on her face even now, and Magnus was an expert reader. She glanced away.

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No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend." "We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested

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Simon remembered a rhyme his mother used to recite to him, about magpies. You were supposed to count them and say: one for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. "Right," simon said. He had already lost count of the numbers of birds there were. Seven, he guessed. A secret that's never been told. Whatever that was.

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Yes," Jace said, "I regret having disobeyed you." No! Clary thought, but her heart sank. Was he giving up, did he think it was the only way to save her and Simon? Valentine's face softened. "Jonathan-" "Especially," Jace said, "since I plan to do it again. Right now.

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Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious.

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