“Let most men have a finger and they will have the whole hand before you know. Let a clan cheif have a finger and he will have the entire arm.”
“Touch me, he thought, my arm, my hand, a finger. Let me know it's all right for me to have these feelings for you.”
“Do you have a finger stick?” she snapped. “No.” “Then let me cut your finger.” “You’re already bleeding,” I said. “Use your blood.”
“On the other hand, you have different fingers.”
“So, you let me get through that whole spiel, my entire tirade, but weren't going to let me have the dramatic walkaway, were you?”
“Just don’t let yourself get killed before you make your peace, boy. Many’s the soul who consigned themselves to hell without the devil having to lift a finger.(Thadeus)”