“You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward.Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.”

“I find myself fascinated by a man who admits to enjoying fairy tales and uses the word "impinge"- barely misses a beat while indulging in a brief girl-on-girl fantasy. You're a man of layers, Ford."Me and Shrek, we're onions.”

“Cred in actele obisnuite de vitejie,in curajul care impinge o persoana sa-i ia apararea alteia. -Tris, Divergent”

“Stick them in the Blue Room. And no interruptions for the next couple of hours, please. My guest and I will be fucking. Two hours, Nora?”“At least,” she agreed.“Better make it three, Alfred.” Griffin shifted Nora higher on his shoulder and continued up the stairs.“This is going to be a long summer, isn’t it?” she asked.“Eight and a half inches long, if you’ll recall.”

“Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy.”

“[I suspect] that in the drive toward the liberal universalist notion of human rights that characterized the last fifty or so years, there has been an accompanying oversensitivity that, in practice, keeps us atomized and more likely to be manipulated and have our rights impinged upon.”