Simon Lewis: I was trying to make you jealous! You're so stupid, Clary. You're so stupid, can't you see anything?
Clary Fairchild: Trying to make me jealous? Why would you try to do that?
Simon Lewis: Because I've been in love with you for ten years, so I thought it seemed like time to find out whether you felt the same about me. Which, I guess, you don't. Don't. There's nothing you can say. You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you? She said you'd break my heart.
Clary Fairchild: You can rant all you want about honor and honesty and how mundanes don't have any of either, but if you were honest, you'd admit this tantrum is just because you're in love with him. It doesn't have anything to do with...
(Alec pushes Clary against the wall in anger...)
Alec Lightwood: Don't you ever... ever, say anything like that to him or I'll kill you. I swear on the Angel, I'll kill you.
Clary Fairchild: Does it hurt?
Jace Herondale: No. I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's less of a threshold and more of a large and tastefully decorated foyer. But I do get easily bored. Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you'd get dressed up in a nurse's outfit and give me a sponge bath?
Clary Fairchild: Actually, I think you misheard. It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath.
Simon Lewis (smirks at Jace): As soon as I'm back on my feet, handsome.
Jace Herondale: I knew we should have left you a rat.
Magnus Bane: You want to know what it's like when your parents are good churchgoing folk and you happen to be born with the devil's mark? (points to his eyes) When your father flinches at the sight of you and your mother hangs herself in the barn, driven mad by what she's done? When I was ten, my father tried to drown me in the creek. I lashed out at him with everything I had... burned him where he stood. I went to the fathers of the church eventually, for sanctuary. They hid me. They say that pity's a bitter thing, but it's better than hate. When I found out what I was really, only half a human being, I hated myself. Anything's better than that.
Alec Lightwood: It wasn't your fault. You can't help how you're born.
Magnus Bane: Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.
Jace Herondale: Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?
Magnus Bane: Even then. (Magnus plucks out stele from Jace's hand, surprising him) As for this, (slides the stele into Jace's jeans pocket) keep it in your pants, Shadowhunter.
Jace Herondale: Keep up, I don't want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing's happened to you.
Clary Fairchild: So don't bother.
Jace Herondale: Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you.
Clary Fairchild: Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.
Clary Fairchild: Do I need any weapons? Do you?
Izzy Lightwood: I've got plenty. (shows Clary her anklets) These, for instance. The left one is electrum, which is poisonous to demons, and the right one is blessed iron, in case I run across any unfriendly vampires or even faeries, faeries hate iron. They both have strength runes carved into them, so I can pack a hell of a kick.
Clary Fairchild: Demon-hunting and fashion. I never would have thought they went together.”
Izzy Lightwood: You'd be surprised.
Clary Fairchild: Isabelle, can I ask you something?
Izzy Lightwood: Sure.
Clary Fairchild: Is Alec gay?
Izzy Lightwood: How did you guess?
Clary Fairchild: I...
Izzy Lightwood: You absolutely can't tell anyone.
Clary Fairchild: Not even Jace?
Izzy Lightwood: Especially not Jace!
Clary Fairchild: All right. I guess I didn't realize it was such a big deal.
Izzy Lightwood: It would be to my parents. They would disown him and throw him out of the Clave...
Clary Fairchild: What, you can't be gay and a Shadowhunter?
Izzy Lightwood: There's no official rule about it. But people don't like it. I mean, less with people our age—I think... But the older generation, no. If it happens, you don't talk about it.