Luke Garroway (about Simon): Clary, I'm telling you he made his own decisions. What you're blaming yourself for is being what you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change. You told him the truth and he made up his own mind what he wanted to do about that. Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love.
Clary Fairchild: But that's just it. When you love someone, you don't have a choice. Love takes your choices away.
Luke Garroway: It's a lot better than the alternative.
Izzy Lightwood (about Simon): And now what are we supposed to do?
Raphael Santiago: Bury him.
Jace Herondale: That's not funny.
Raphael Santiago: It isn't supposed to be. It is how we are made. We are drained, blooded, and buried. When he digs his own way out of a grave, that is when a vampire is born.
Izzy Lightwood (disgusted): I don't think I could do that.
Raphael Santiago: Some can't. If no one is there to help them dig out, they stay like that, trapped like rats under the earth.
(When Clary and Jace still thought they're siblings...)
Clary Fairchild: Why are you doing this to me?
Jace Herondale: Because you're lying to me. And you're lying to yourself.
Clary Fairchild: 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!
(Seelie Queen forces Clary and Jace to kiss while they still think they're siblings...)
Jace Herondale: Was that good enough? Did that entertain you?
(Seelie Queen is smiling...)
Seelie Queen: We are quite entertained. But not, I think, so much as the both of you.
Jace Herondale: I can only assume, that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.
(Seelie Queen smiles no more...)
Clary Fairchild: If you just want to study a Shadowhunter, I won't be much use to you. I don't know anything about Shadowhunting. I hardly have any training. I'm the wrong person to pick.
Seelie Queen: In truth, Clarissa Morgenstern, you are precisely the right person. Thanks to the changes your father worked in you, you are not like other Shadowhunters. Your gifts are different.
Clary Fairchild: My gifts?
Seelie Queen: Yours is the gift of words that cannot be spoken, and your brother's is the Angel's own gift. Your father made sure of it, when your brother was a child and before you were ever born.
Seelie Queen: I am only curious. It is not often I have young Shadowhunters so close within my purview. Like us, you trace your ancestry to heaven; that intrigues me.
Jace Herondale: But unlike you, there is nothing of hell in us.
Seelie Queen: You are mortal; you age; you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?
Jace: You know how the bonds of family are, my lady. They cling as tightly as vines. And sometimes, like vines, they cling tightly enough to kill.
Seelie Queen: You would betray your own father for the sake of the Clave?
Jace: Even so, Lady.
Seelie Queen (laughs): Who would have thought, that Valentine's little experiments would turn on him?
Izzy Lightwood: Experiments?
Seelie Queen (to Jace): The Fair Folk are a people of secrets. Our own, and others'. Ask your father, when next you see him, what blood runs in your veins, Jonathan.
(They step into the Seelie realm through a pond. Izzy lands gracefully unlike others...)
Izzy Lightwood: Oooh, that was fun.
Jace Herondale: That does it. I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.
Izzy Lightwood: Why?
Jace Herondale: So you can look up "fun." I'm not sure you know what it means.
Izzy Lightwood: You're raining on my parade.
Jace Herondale: It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed.