“I want to be my own wedding singer at my own wedding. But first I’ll have to audition.”
“Let Piers and Owen make the wedding arrangements, just don’t expect the bride to be there like a dog called to heel. I’ll choose my own Gris-damned husband, thank you. If I even want one, and I’m not exactly certain of that. I want life on my own terms, not on the dictates of tradition and of haggling over power and land.”
“Great, I’m going to be white trash at my own wedding.”
“Oh I don't mind going to weddings, just as long as it's not my own...”
“My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened to me in this summer of weddings and beginnings. And she was right. The first boy was always the hardest.”
“I take thee... to be my awful wedded husband”