“You were mine before you were his.""You are still mine, and I will have you or die in the trying.""I WILL have you.”
“He pointed to the board where the word 'alliteration' had been written in handwriting far better than mine, which on good days looks like it came from the hand of a blind doctor writing his own morphine scripts in an earthquake.”
“His knives are nice. Mine is better.”
“The Bill of Rights was written before data-mining," he said. He was awesomely serene, convinced of his rightness. "The right to freedom of association is fine, but why shouldn't the cops be allowed to mine your social network to figure out if you're hanging out with gangbangers and terrorists?”
“You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.”