#lewis

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#carroll #jabberwock #jabberwocky #lewis #wonderland

I have a plan." He groaned. "I was afraid of that." "My plans are not terrible." "Isabelle's plans are terrible." He pointed a finger at her. "Your plans are suicidal. At best. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-lewis #suicide

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. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #simon-lewis #the-mortal-instruments #cat

It doesn't hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, Iz?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords." "I'm just showing him where he got stabbed," Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #quip #simon-lewis #weakness

It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. “Ladies, ladies ” he said. Though it was the millionth time she’d heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. “If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don’t fight among yourselves. There’s always enough Simon to go around.” There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass-outtake #eric #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #laughter

To put it another way, pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Why must it be pain? Why can't he rouse us more gently, with violins or laughter? Because the dream from which we must be wakened, is the dream that all is well. ↗

— William Nicholson

#god #pain #suffering #dreams

You're not gay, are you? If I were, I would dress better. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gay-stereotypes #simon-lewis #stereotypes

Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#fiction #lewis-carroll #through-the-looking-glass #young-adult #young-adult-fiction

They had just showed up, Amatis had said. Which meant Simon had spent the entire night at Isabelle's. She stared at him. He didn't look any different. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #simon-lewis #clary-fray

All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?" "No," said Jace. "Do you think Hodge will want any soup?" "No one wants any soup." "I want some soup," Simon said. "No, you don't," said Jace. "You just want to sleep with Isabelle." Simon was appalled. "That is not true." "How flattering," Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking. "Oh, yes it is," said Jace. "Go ahead and ask her—then she can turn you down and the rest of us can get on with our lives while you fester in miserable humiliation." He snapped his fingers. "Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #simon-lewis #jace-wayland