“You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be one, you'll never be a Shadowhunter! You don't know how to think like we do, think about what's best for everyone-- all you think about is yourself! But there's a war now, or there will be, and I don't have time or the inclination to follow around after you, trying to make sure you don't get us killed! Go home, Clary. Go home!”

“I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer.""I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian.”

“I'm not going to do that.""of course you're not." Jace said. "because you live to torture me, don't you?""Not everything, Jace, is about you." Clary said furiously."Possibly," Jace said "But you have to admit that the majority of the things are.”

“Now this is really going to impress Valentine.""I don't know," Clary said. "Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-crawling powers; we get the Aquatruck.""If you don't like it, Nephilim," came Magnus's voice, faintly, from the truck cab, "you're welcome to see if you can walk on the water.”

“You don't get it, Clary. You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-”

“I didn't think about how it might have changed me. But I watched my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don't you know better? Hearts are breakable and I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before.”

“You're my sister," he said finally. "My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you"—he laughed soundlessly without any humor—"to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do."Clary's breath caught. "You said you just wanted to be my brother from now on.""I lied," he said. "Demons lie, Clary. You know, there are some kinds of wounds you can get when you're a Shadowhunter—internal injuries from demon poison. You don't even know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside. That's what it's like, just being your brother.""But Aline—""I had to try. And I did." His voice was lifeless. "But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you." He reached out, trailed his fingers lightly through her hair, fingertips brushing her cheek. "Now at least I know why."Clary's voice had sunk to a whisper. "I don't want anyone but you, either.”