“Maureen wants to touch you,” Clary said with a sideways grin. “Bad touch.”

“"Where's Simon?" Clary interrupted.
Isabelle wobbled. "He's a rat," she said darkly.
"Did he do something to you?" Alec was full of brotherly concern. "Did he touch you? If he tried anything-"
"No, Alec," Isabelle said irritably. "Not like that. He's a rat"”

“I wouldn't cut you out of my life Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine's Day gift."
Gross," said Clary. "Must you?"
Simon grinned. "I must.”

“I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.”

“Clary,” Jocelyn said. “I want you to meet Tessa Gray.”

“Very touching. Do you want me to imitate a violin?”

“Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears have never heard? Listen to the bird's cry. Do you want to touch what hands have never touched? Touch the earth. Verily I say that God is about to create the world.”

“What I have found to be unanimous about people is that they guard and act like they don’t want you to touch the places inside them that they are the most desperate for you to touch.”

“Qhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.”

“This is what it means to be loved… when someone wants to touch you, to be tender…”