“My father is a fish.”

“Old times, as my father used to say: If you're not careful, they'll gut you like a fish.”

“...we sang in church "Tata Nzolo"! Which means Father in Heaven or Father of Fish Bait depending on just how you sing it, and that pretty well summed up my quandry.”

“If our father had had his way, nobody who did not knowhow to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching him.”

“It is admirable for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping.”

“Angel?" I said. "Baby penguins eat a regurgitated mixture of partially digested fish, krill, and an oily substance form their fathers' stomachs. Are you willing to eat a bunch of raw fish and krill, and then barf it back up into a baby penguin's cute, cheeping mouth? Like, every hour?" Sometimes my crushing logic astounds even me.”