“Don't touch her.”

“If you can touch her heart without touching her, then you can melt her heart just by saying her name.”

“That night I lay in bed, remembering the moment when her hand touched mine. I wondered what it would be like to have her touch me not by accident, to maybe have her let me touch her.”

“He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.”

“I don't remember everything," he said.
"Not yet. But I remember you."
He brought her hand up, touched the gold ring on her right index finger, the Fair Folk metal warm to the touch.
"Clary," he said.
"You're Clary. You're my best friend.”

“[about his mother] Without her I don't exist. Without her, I wouldn't be doing this for a living. Without her, in four states it would still be legal to kill a man with a cappuccino machine. She touched a lot of lives.”

“Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me.”

“It's not what artists touch that counts most. It's what they don't touch.”

“To touch him in ways he'd never been touched before, this person who, beyond all logic, was the other half of her. Who belonged to her. Who was her soulmate.”

“In her eyes and in her touch I felt the echoes of my words.”