“If instead of a handshake you hold out a fist for a fist bump, I’ll wrap my hand around your fist like it was a circular shower handle, and toggle between hot and cold a few times. But I won’t get naked for you.”
“I balled my hands into tight fists to keep them from wrapping around Mr. I-Know-Everything's superior neck.”
“We will outstretch the hand if you unclench your fist. ”
“Oh, my daughter,at times you have to fight, but preferably not with your fists.”
“Like is an emotion. Emotions”—he raised a hand, made a fist, clenched it tightly—“are like holding water. You open your hand, there’s nothing there. Better to be a weapon than a woman.”
“Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood! Go fuck yourself!”