“Are you kidding? This is perfect! This is exactly what we've been hoping for! He has everything we need."Okay, I'll admit. Turning it down does feel a little like kicking God in the balls.”

“He’s coming over,” Lindsay says. “What do you want me to do? Kick him in the balls? I’ve been dying to kick him in the balls.”

“Does that mean there’ll be no engagement ball?”“There will be,” he said, “once I convince Josefina to say yes.”“She turned you down?” Zachary asked skeptically.“She kicked me, actually. My timing did leave something to be desired.”“Josefina kicked you,” Eleanor repeated. At his nod, she pursed her lips.“Perhaps I do like her after all.”

“Everything is all right, and everybody has to do exactly what he does. I learned that on Tralfamadore.”

“I am a little pencil in God's hands. He does the thinking. He does the writing. He does everything and sometimes it is really hard because it is a broken pencil and He has to sharpen it a little more.”

“Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.”