“Seeing how I've held your penis in my hand, I think that puts you firmly in the not a stranger category.”
“Wallis,' said Maturin, 'I am happy to see you. How is your penis?”
“You think I am afraid to love you, ma fee? Look at me, my only love, and see how you hold my heart in your hands, see how much I love you when you look into my eyes.”
“How big is my penis? Big enough to touch my hands.”
“My favorite pen is my penis. Put my words in your mouth.”
“My friend Adele describes fundamentalism as holding so tightly to your beliefs that your fingernails leave imprints on the palm of your hand... I think she's right. I was a fundamentalist not because of the beliefs I held but because of how I held them: with a death grip. It would take God himself to finally pry them out of my hands. (p.17-18)”