Character: Simon Lewis

- You joined a cult?
- Mom, World of Warcraft is not a sect.

My best friend convinced me to tell her the truth.
- It looks like you have a very smart friend.
Who said it was a friend?
Hey, you can do this.

- Now we are your family!
- What? Now I just have to forget your mother?
- Your mom? Your mother will age and you will remain the same. And, in the end, it will not. Sooner or later your memories of her will begin to fade... whether you like it or not.

- The first rule of twilight hunters: don't give anyone your phone and stylus.
Thank you.

- You don't want to touch me. ENCANTO.
What the hell are you doing?
Charco. Um... ENCANTO. It ought to make you do what I say.
- You're the worst vampire.
Encan...

- Your mother next.
- Then run faster!
- I'm a vampire, I run slowly for you!

- Listen, vampire, have a case. Hate to admit it, but you and me have something in common.
- Is it our chic hairstyles? same disingenuous quipped Simon. Looking at Jace, he was beginning to get nervous.
- Clary, - explained at last Nephilim, disarming Simon.
- Clary?!
- Clary, ' said Jace. - Well, you know, such a short, red-haired, ill-mannered.

To climb, whether on the roof of that house? Simon looked to one of the columns supporting the roof of the Hall. On her lap was a runic signs, but the other way up was not. - Let off steam.
- You're a vampire, not Spiderman.

- I - Simon, Simon said. - If I am willing to die for all of you, at least you have to remember my name.

- And vampires exist too? Werewolves, mages and such?
Clary bit her lip:
- I say Yes.
- You kill them? Simon turned to Jace. He removed the pen and meticulously examined his flawless nails.
Only if they're rambunctious.

- She's dead.
- Well, Yes, but what did you expect? She is a vampire.