“The man irritated her just like a rash.”

“Yes, he’s like a rash for which there’s no cure. It only goes away for a bit before returning unexpectedly to ruin every pleasurable experience. He should have been named Herpes rather than ZT. Or maybe just Herpes Z, since he’s a very special irritant. (Arik)”

“At least yours talks," Elysia said, irritably shoving a fry into her mouth. "Mine just stares. Like a cow.”

“The rash assertion that "God made man in His own image" is ticking like a time bomb at the foundation of many faiths.”

“You do things just to irritate me, don’t you?” Smiling, enjoying himself immensely, and determined to give her a wonderful and relaxing weekend, Van pushed Irene’s wet hair from her face. “Don’t be silly, doc.” He kissed her lips, nuzzled her chin. “Of course I do things just to irritate you.”

“I hope no man will call me timorous; and yet I'ld as soon be called that as rash.”