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“Isabelle!�� Simon called. “Stop throwing clothes at me! Just because you’re a Shadowhunter and I’m a vampire doesn’t mean we can never happen. Our love is forbidden like the love of a shark and a—and a shark hunter. But that’s what makes it special.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Isabelle had been trained to wake up early every morning, rain or shine, and a slight hangover did nothing to prevent it from happening again. She sat up slowly and blinked down at Simon. She'd never spent and entire night in a bed with anyone else, unless you counted crawling into her parents bed when she was four and afraid of thunderstorms. She couldn't help staring at Simon as if he were some exotic species of animal. He lay on his back, his mouth slightly open, his hair in his eyes. Ordinary brown hair, ordinary brown eyes. His t-shirt was pulled up slightly. He wasn't muscular like a shadowhunter. He had a smooth flat stomach but no six-pack, and there was still a hint of softness to his face. What was it about him that fascinated her? He was plenty cute, but she had dated gorgeous faerie knights, sexy shadowhunters...
"Isabelle," Simon said without opening his eyes. "Quit staring at me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“It's Isabelle," George said.
Simon leaped out of bed - or, gallantly tried to, at least. He got a bit tangled in his sheets, so it was more like he tumbled-twisted-THUDDED out of bed, but eventually he made it to his feet, ready to charge into action. "What happened to Isabelle?”
― Cassandra Clare, The Evil We Love

“So, I guess, thanks for sticking around for that whole thing with my dad," Isabelle said.
"You didn't exactly give me much of a choice," Simon pointed out.
Isabelle laughed, almost fondly. "You really have no idea how a social encounter is supposed to work, do you? I say 'thank you'; you say 'you're welcome.'"
"Like, if I said, thank you for fooling all my friends into thinking you were a wild-and-crazy demon summoner so that they could get in trouble with the dean, you would say...?"
"You're welcome for teaching them all a valuable lesson." She grinned.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Evil We Love