“#anks for the swim. You are a majestic swimmer,” Simon saidas we neared the walkway to Wind Song.“You talk a lot of crap, you know that?”“I thank you for appreciating my verbal stylings,” Simon replied,with a formal bow.”

“He's not in a very good mood," said Luke, pausing in front of a closed door. "I shut him up in Freaky Pete's office after he nearly killed half my pack with his bare hands. He wouldn't talk to me, so"—Luke shrugged—"I thought of you." He looked from Clary's baffled face to Simon's. "What?""I can't believe he came here," Clary said."I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete," said Simon."I know a lot of people," said Luke. "Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk.”

“I can keep a perfectly good eye on Simon, thank you. He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.”

“Simon nodded. “You need your beauty sleep.”“Do I?” I said coolly.“I didn’t mean,” Simon stuttered. “I meant…you’re a girl and all.”“Thanks for telling me,”

“You’re right, Simon. Thank you for coming. (Sin)(Simon threw himself against the stone wall, his face a mask of shock and dismay.)Callie, quick, take cover, love. The castle is doomed. Sin said thank you to me. The end of the earth is upon us. (He crossed himself.) Hail Mary full of grace. (Simon)”

“Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.'Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.'Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.”