“I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.”

“I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing”

“I have a plan." He groaned. "I was afraid of that.""My plans are not terrible.""Isabelle's plans are terrible." He pointed a finger at her. "Your plans are suicidal. At best.”

“Clary: Simon, it's a perfectly fine plan.Simon: The plan where you follow Jace and Sebastian off to some unknown dimension pocket and we use these rings to communicate so those of us over here in the regular dimension of Earth can track you down? That plan?Clary: YesSimon: NO. No, it isnt.Clary: You dont just get to say no!"This plan involves me and I get to say no""Simon-"simon patted the seat beside him as if someone were really sitting there. "Let me introduce you to my good friend No."Maybe we can compromise," she suggested."No""SIMON"" 'No' is a magical word," he told her, "Here's how it goes. You say 'Simon, I have an insane, suicidal plan. WOuld you like to help me carry it out? And i say: why, no!”

“Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.”

“No. Absolutely not.''Simon,' she said. 'It’s a perfectly fine plan.''The plan where you follow Jace and Sebastian off to some unknown dimensional pocket and we use these rings to communicate so those of us over here in the regular dimension of Earth can track you down? That plan?''Yes.''No,' he said. 'No, it isn’t.'Clary sat back. 'You don’t just get to say no.''This plan involves me! I get to say no! No.''Simon—'Simon patted the seat beside him as if someone were sitting there. 'Let me introduce you to my good friend No.”

“I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.”