“Sorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.”
“Don't call the doctor, don't call ya mamma, don't call the preacher; no, I don't need it.”
“Cause if i got you, i don't need money, i don't need cars, girl your my heart”
“About money-grubbing women, here’s my stance: Bring on the gold diggers. I’ve got nothing to offer but pyrite.”
“Sorry, Christina, both my parents have gotten married within six months. I just need some time to adjust." oh, and plus, i don't like you.”
“In solitude, at last, we’re able to let God define us the way we are always supposed to be defined—by relationship: the I-thou relationship, in relation to a Presence that demands nothing of us but presence itself. Not performance but presence”