“Thank God I found my Chinaman in time. It's like being married to your little finger, but he's all mine.”

“JOH! Thank God I found you.”“I have 9022 gods listed in my database. Must I thank all of them?”

“Then all this became history.Your hand found mine.Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.Oh, my carpenter,the fingers are rebuilt.They dance with yours.”

“I thank God for my handicaps. For through them, I have found myself, my work and my God.”

“Married?" she practically screeched, not sounding all that pleased, which left him feeling a little offended. "We're not getting married."He snorted at that. "I may have let you have your naughty little way with me for the past couple of months, but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to keep treating me like some dirty little boy toy. If you want to live with me then I expect you to put a ring on my finger," he said, holding up his left hand and wiggling his ring finger to punctuate his words.”

“He still wasn't looking at me, which meant I was still in trouble. I swear, sometimes this partnership is like being married. We fight all the time and neither one of us is getting married.”