“And as to you death, and you bitter hug of mortality . . . . it is idle to try to alarm me”
“Five minutes.” He set the alarm. “Ready?” “Yes, sir.” “You’re trying to get me to fuck you by calling me ‘sir,’ aren’t you? It will work. But not yet.”
“You're not going to try to hug me or something, are you?" Phenex grumbled. "You've been into some weird shit since you got married.”
“Try 'Thank-you'," Ted said, giving me a hug (with the requirement of pounding me fraternally on the back - the only way that males are allowed to hug one another unless at least one of them has a fatal disease).”
“If you are idle, be not solitary; if you are solitary be not idle.”
“Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma: Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny; Love's as good as soma.”