“And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.”
“She was mine. For the sake of appearances, she was my wife, but she was mine anyway. She didn’t know it yet, but I did. It was wrong and it made no sense, but she belonged with me. No one else, not anyone else.”
“She doesn’t belong to one of my boys, she’s fuckin’ mine.”
“This woman has been mine, and she will be mine' he said, in tones so definite I thought about checking my rear end for a brand”
“Mine, ... Mine is what she is. ”
“It means that you are my freedom, love.""Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.”