“Really? Are you going to ask him to be your partner?" Isabelle asked. "It's like cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.""So, exactly like a cotillion," said Simon.”

“It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.”“So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.”

“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.”

“Simon?" she asked. "I have a stupid question.""What is it?""Did you sleep with Isabelle?"Simon made a choking sound. Clary swiveled slowly around to look at him."Are you okay?" she asked."I think so," he said, recovering his poise with apparent effort. "Are you serious?""Well, you were gone all night.”

“So you really cant think of anyone else who might want to kill you?"asked Jace."Unlike in your case there arent actually all that many people who dislike me."said Simon.”

“So--what's it like, being a vampire?""Aline!" Isabelle looked appalled. "You can't just go around asking people what's it like to be a vampire!""I don't see why," Aline said. "He hasn't been a vampire that long, has he? So he must still remember what it was like being a person." She turned back to Simon. "Does blood taste like blood to you? Or does it taste like something else now, like orange juice or something? Because I would think the taste of blood would-""It tastes like chicken," Simon said, just to shut her up."Really?" Aline looked astonished."He's making fun of you, Aline," said Sebastain”

“Are you allowed to date faeries?” Clary asked finally. “Would your-would the Lightwoods be cool with Isabelle and whatshisname-”“Meliron,” put in Simon.“-Meliron going out?”“I‘m not sure they‘re going out,” Jace said, weighting the last two words with a heavy irony. “I‘d guess they mostly stay in. or in this case, under.”