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Dirty talk is an art. Do it too often, it becomes routine. Never do it, and you're missing something. Simon did it just right. He was like a perfect bowl of smutty porridge: just right.
People could bear so much, but Simon did not know how much of the original you was left when the world had twisted you into a whole different shape.
I am not doing this in front of everyone," Simon announced.
"It's not spin the bottle, Simon," said Clary. "It's just food. Not that you're food, Alec," she added when he glared. She held her hands up. "Never mind.
You're so sensitive, Simon. Why must you always be so sensitive?"
"You're so terrible, Julie," said Simon. "Why must you always be so terrible?
Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish he was my brother and you weren't, but I can't do anything about that and neither can you!
Simon: Anyone ever tell you your sense of timing really sucks?
Derek: That's why I don't play the drums. Now what's up?
Simon's brain tried to comprehend the situation. 'Was an international supermodel really holding Doc Gutson, leader of the infamous Bloodworth Gang, captive?
Simon did not solve problems, he just shamed them into going away.
Just when you think you're having a scene without Simon, he drops in to remind you that everyone else is a supporting character in his catastrophe.
No. That's Clary; shes's my best friend." Simon pocketed his phone. "And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one.
Simon stood up and said the first thing that popped into his mind. "I just wanted to tell you that we all really enjoyed that beef stew they saved for dinner. You should serve that again."
Dean Penhallow gave him an odd look. " those weren't beets, Simon."
This didn't surprise him.
Clearly,' said Luke, 'something's going on that I don't know about.'
Simon looked over at him. 'Sometimes I think that's the motto of my life.
Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay."
"I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider," said Simon.
He lifted his head and opened his eyes. Singularly focused, dark, and of one mind-set.
Simon was about to fuck.
Look," Luke went on, "In all the years I've known him, there's always been exactly one place Simon wanted to be, and he's always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed there."
"Where's that?"
"Wherever you were.
My favorite judge is Simon because he is brutally honest and he thinks I'm
Anyway, he's [Simon] obviously not here. Go back to what you were doing. What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say. And she [Isabelle] stalked off, back toward the bar. - City of Fallen Angels pg 188 hardcover
Simon would disapprove, in the way that people who lacked life experience always disapproved of others having adventures they had so far missed out on.
Too much self-esteem, thought Simon: the real curse of our age.
What's up with you and that new guy anyway?" Simon watched David leaving the room with contempt on his face.
"Nothing."
"Nothing or none of my business?"
"Both." I placed my hand on my chin over the table and pretended he wasn't talking to me.
Simon had to save the world, and the rest of us get in because we have the right surname?" George asked lightly. He winked at Simon. "Hard luck on you, mate.
Simon pointed, too. "I remember now! You guys were huddled in that alcove when I came over to talk to Vaughn."
"And that didn't strike you as suspicious?" Isabelle asked him.
"Did you see me last night? I couldn't even say 'suspicious,'" Simon told her.
Clive remained behind Simon's knees.
Simon's Knees . . .
What a great name for a band.
I don't carol, said Simon. I'm Jewish. I only know the dreidel song.
Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked?
Jace: I was following you.
Simon: Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me?
I talk to Simon, I write to him. I never used to write a diary. But now I'm writing a diary to him. I think it's not just me, but lots of others, family and friends, can still feel him around.
Oh, Simon, Simon, Simon," said Jace. "You may not remember, but that's kind of our thing.
High school Simon was big man on campus. He'd had his own posse of what I called the apostles (his old pals Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John), headed by his old bestie, Trevor.
Simon didn't think Meg really wanted to know how to eviscerate a rabbit. He could be wrong about that, but he just couldn't picture Meg pouncing on a bunny and ripping it open with her teeth.
Maybe if he tried harder to picture it?
You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?
The irony that Simon was literally trying to run away from pussy was not lost on me.
Yes Simon.
He was in control.
He was ruining her for all others.
And she did not care.
I could have a degree in music and come on the show, and Simon could still say 'You stink'.
Come into my Tahoe, Simon,
I love the shit out of you. So calm down and just tell me what you need. -Simon
He'd be proud of me for crying, and I cry harder. How do you stop crying, Simon?
My favorite judge is Simon! He's so real with ya - Even when I don't like
#anks for the swim. You are a majestic swimmer," Simon said
as 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.
I need a bodyguard."
Simon eyed him. "Have you been watching The Bodyguard? Because I am not going to fall in love with you and carry you around in my burly arms.
Paul Simon started piling up a lot of words, more than the bar could handle, and I stopped!
I like Simon Cowell - look at how many great artists have come out of the U.K. because of him.
Simon, imagine what we could do with your power and my spells. We could finish the Humdrum off by dinner - and then take on hunger and world peace.
I would rather have died in your arms, Simon, than face a lifetime without you. All those endless years ... all those winters, summers ... a hundred seasons of wanting you and never having you. Growing old, while you stayed eternally young in my memories.
Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends? Especially the handsome ones? Simon
Simon had
been all lined up and he'd managed to throw away the best girl he'd ever meet.
"What a dumbass," Beck muttered. "No way I'd have done that.
I saw you.
I held you.
I wanted you.
That's what I came back to tell you. I loved you before I met you, and I loved you more the moment I held you. And I never meant to leav you so soon.
I never would have left you.
Simon, Simon.
My rosebud boy.
Go on, then," he says. "Carry on, Simon.
He's jealous! Kartik is jealous and Simon finds me ... delicious? I am a bit giddy. And confused. But no, mostly giddy, I find.
The moon was wide - too wide and too close. Mentally, Simon told the moon to stop being so close and bright and that it should just generally shut up with the mooniness.
I'm going to die kissing Simon Snow
None of this is fair. It isn't fair that part of your life was ripped from you. It's not fair that you were ripped away from me. I'm so angry Simon.
Simon Cowell and I are great friends, and we wind each other up. Rod Stewart and I do the same thing.
Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley."
"Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name.
Kissing Simon was pleasant. It was a gentle sort of pleasant, like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade
See what fun it is to do what Simon Says? Simon teased,
drawing closer toward me.
That ones yours,huh?"he asked,pointing to 3A."How come it just says 'Kyle'?Doesnt he have a last name?"
"Kyle wants to be a rock star,"Simon said,heading down the stairs."I think his working the one-name thing.Like Rihanna.
I'm worried about Isabelle."
"I'm pretty sure Isabelle can take care of herself."
"You don't know her, Simon. I mean, not anymore.
I mean, that's my family. Everything's a freaking secret, because everything's a big deal. Everything is like coming out" -Simon
As long as Simon didn't think about the past, the past couldn't hurt him. But, increasingly, he couldn't help himself.
There was too much pleasure in the pain.
Goodness, that Simon Cowell is a sensitive soul.
Isabelle. Simon's mouth moved to form the shape of her name, pressing it into his pillow. He'd told himself he wasn't going to think about her, not until he was really getting somewhere in the Acedemy. Not until he was on his way to being better, being the person she wanted him to be.
Maybe Simon Cowell for his effect on music. I call him Slimy Cowpat.
I wrote code that merely did what it was supposed to do. Simon's solutions were rapid and weird - convoluted, sometimes in a pointless way, often in a way that looked pointless until you saw how elegant it was.
Following Simon's adventures is like being the pinball in an especially antic game, but it's well worth the wear and tear.
Paul Simon is my absolute hero. He's one of a kind. He wrote his own ticket in life by being himself.
Doctor Simons? This is Thomson... No, without a 'P', as in Venezuela...
Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.
Simon," I say, and swallow again, "you're being idiotic."
"Because I like this better than fighting?"
"There is no 'this'!" I protest.
"You slept in my arms," he says.
"Fitfully.
I'm not your boyfriend, Isabelle," he called out.
She went white, Simon was horrified by how badly his words had come out.
"I mean, I can't be your boyfriend, Isabelle," he said. "I'm not him
that guy who was your boyfriend. That guy you want.
He has many things I haven't got," said Jace. "Like nearsightedness, bad posture, and an appalling lack of coordination."
-Jace about Simon, pg. 331-
Simon gave Clary a look that was supposed to mean: This is weird. She responded with a very clear look of response that said: Superweird.
No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend."
"We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested
Simon wasn't listening at all. Simon was
staring at Isabelle, willing her to look at him.
There are pop managers, and then there's Simon Cowell, who isn't gay, Jewish or particularly riveting. He's not without interest but he doesn't exactly have the hinterland of, say, Brian Epstein.
Eventually, Simon shifts his position, grunting lightly, and then says, "Nice makeover."
"Are you hitting on me?" Harrison jokes.
"All I want is to be your frienemy," Simon jokes back.
"I'm not ready for commitment," Harrison says. "Too young for that.
He's still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. "I'm not the Chosen One," he says.
I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you," I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you.
And so that means ... "
"We have to rob the Henley," Simon said.
Kat sank onto a truly uncomfortable sofa. "Again.
You weaseled your way into my life, Simon Lewis, and I don't know how or why or even when but it happened, and I kind of hate it but I can't change it, and here it is
If you don't stay away from her I'll rearrange that pretty face of yours.
- Simon
Simon bristled. She wasn't his Isabelle, not anymore. He wondered if she ever truly had been. Isabelle didn't seem like the type of girl to belong to someone. It was one of the things he liked best about her.
Simon thought I was lovely.
Was the Giggler out of the harem?
Was there even a harem left?
What did this mean?
Would I only think in questions now?
And if so, who is Eric Cartman's father?
Seriously, people. You suck at partying."
"We're depressed," Simon explained.
"You're too young to be depressed, unless you have gonorrhea. That shit is a buzz kill.
The problem was that Simon did not know how to pack like a badass.
Little one," Simon said after a prolonged silence, "why isn't it enough that I care for you and Elizabeth as
I've never cared for anyone else? Are you truly going to toss what we could have away for a world of
strangers that will never even appreciate your actions?
There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.
Its three in the morning,' she noted with dismay. 'Do you think Simon's all right?'
'I think he's weird, actually,' said Jace. 'Though that has little to do with time.
Fascinating," I said, turning toward Ian. "You never told me Simon went to Oxford."
"Simon went to Oxford, Sophie.
Simon stayed where he was, a small brown image, concealed by the leaves.Even if he shut his eyes, the sow's head still remained like an after-image.The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life. They assured Simon that everything was a bad business.
We can never know," Simon answered slowly. "God hides the future from man's eyes. We are forced to choose, not knowing. I have chosen Jesus.
Simon's love life was complicated, but there was a pang, just for a moment, for this woman talking graphic novels with him.
Ah, well. Tessa Gray, foxy nerd, was probably dating someone already.
He stays," she told her father.
"He most certainly does not."
"Simon stays with me, or I leave with
him," Isabelle said. "Those are your choices.
Through it all, Isabelle watched Simon,
something unexpected in her gaze. Something almost like . . . pride.
Vlad said, sounding regretful.
Simon replied.
Who picks your clothes - Stevie Wonder?
My sisters call him Slinky Simon.'
Alec chuckled.
'It's only funny if he's not your cousin.'
'It's funny because it's true.
Simon-"From now on I will only adress people by nodding at them." Clary-"That's stupid why would you do that?" Simon-"Because it says that 'I am a badass, and I recognive that you too, are a badass
In writing Simon's stories, I have written myself out of my own life.
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.
Simon Cowell seems like a very nice guy, but I think he's a secondhand Mickie Most to be honest.
Aren't you affected by Simon's magic?"...
"Took you this long to ask me that?"
She clucks her tongue. "You're not the brightest flame in the fire, are you?"
"Don't make me hit you in a library.