“Before, I wanted to say: "I found love!" But now, I want to say: "I found a person. And he belongs to me and I belong to him.”

“I just want to know where I stand. I hate feeling like I don’t belong anywhere.”“You belong with me.” He says this as if he were talking about the sky being blue. As if it is a widely known and accepted fact.”

“This man belongs to me, I want him!”

“Poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't the right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together.”

“It's funny," she said, with a strange hitch in her voice, "but I never wanted to be tied to anyone. Never wanted to be owned or to belong to another person. But now I realize that belonging with someone is completely different. I belong with you, Con.""And I with you."He kissed her, sealing them together with a bond she didn't mind, and one that would never be broken.”

“If mom says women are not property, how come I want to belong to someone else?”