“Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)”

“I thought you hated demons. Now you use them like servants. The Ravener, the Drevak demons, Agramon-they‘re your employees. Guards, butler-personal chef, for all I know.”-Jace to Valentine, pg.260-”

“And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between force and cooperation, between fear and willingness, between love and torture. And with that realization came a rush of numbness—what was the point of hating Valentine for being a monster when he didn’t even know he was one?”

“Just take the weapon you hold in your hand and drive it through his heart," Valentine's voice was soft. "One simple motion. Nothing you haven't done before."Jace met his father's stare with a level gaze. "I saw Agramon," he said. "It had your face.""You saw Agramon?" The Soul-Sword glittered as Valentine moved toward his son. "And you lived?""I killed it.""You killed the Demon of Fear, but you won't kill a single vampire, not even at my order?"Jace stood watching Valentine without expression. "He's a vampire, that's true," he said. "But his name is Simon.”

“We'll be together there," said Valentine. "As we should be." That sounds terrific,thought Clary.Just you, your comatose wife, your shell-shocked son, and your daughterwho hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds likea perfect family reunion.”

“To her you're Jocelyn's daughter. But I'll always be Valentine's son”

“Valentine!""You mean father. I despise this modern habit of calling one's parents by their names.""What I want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name."- Clary Fray and Valentine Morgenstern (City of Ashes)”