He thought of his remembrance of Jordan, thought of how it hurt to even look at Isabelle and Clary. Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.

— Cassandra Clare

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

— Cassandra Clare

Simon was still trying to work out how Shadowhunter government and also Shadowhunter family trees worked. They all seemed to be related to each other and it was very disturbing.

— Cassandra Clare

I wouldn't change it,' Simon said. 'I wouldn't give up loving you. Not for anything. You know what Raphael told me? That I didn't know how to be a good vampire, that vampires accept that they're dead. But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I'll always feel like I'm alive.

— Cassandra Clare

Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?'I though it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house at night and throw up in his mailbox.

— Cassandra Clare

Well, I’m not kissing the mundane,' said Jace. 'I’d rather stay down here and rot.'Forever?' said Simon. 'Forever’s an awfully long time.'Jace raised his eyebrows. 'I knew it,' he said. 'You want to kiss me, don’t you?

— Cassandra Clare

Where's Simon?' Clary interrupted.Isabelle wobbled. 'He's a rat,' she said darkly.Did he do something to you?' Alec was full of brotherly concern. 'Did he touch you? If he tried anyt.

— Cassandra Clare

Jace perched on the windowsill and looked down at him. 'You really don't get this bodyguard thing, do you?'I didn't even think you liked me all that much,' said Simon. 'Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?'I thought it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house a night and throw up in his mailbox.'I'm pretty sure that's not it.

— Cassandra Clare

Feeling this way was a particular kind of horror, having the emotions without the memories.

— Cassandra Clare

Isabelle! He called again. Let down your raven hair. Oh, my God, Clary muttered. There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him. He's already dead, Simon observed. He's undead. Obviously he can still die, you know, again. I'll re-kill him.

— Cassandra Clare