“. . . in a fight between two men, their wives were not allowed to step in and grab the testicles of the opponent – not even for a joke. The offending hand would be cut off, which helped to ensure that it wouldn’t become a habit.”

“Women were valued highly in those days – not as highly as the least of men, of course, but well above the worth of all but the most superior livestock.”

“Now that they had gotten wise, it took Adam no time at all to notice they were also naked. And once it caught his attention, he noticed it constantly.”

“Let me be sure I understand this babies thing. These items are how big? . . . And they come out of WHERE?”

“A fight is going on inside me," said an old man to his son. "It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you." The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Which wolf will win?" The old man replied simply, "The one you feed.”

“I know I’m just a human woman, but so help me, if anything happens to her while she’s with you—”“I assure you she’ll be in good hands.”“Mm-hm, that’s part of what I’m worried about.” She pointed at his hands. “Hands off, mister.”

“He had no desire to talk, or move. So he sat, with her still straddling his lap, in no hurry to leave, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, which he tightened around her, slipping his hands under the bottom of her sweater to warm them. They fit together like two distinct halves purposely manufactured to become one seamless whole, a feeling he wouldn’t soon forget.”