“Some thirty inches from my noseThe frontier of my Person goes,And all the untilled air betweenIs private pagus or demesne.Stranger, unless with bedroom eyesI beckon you to fraternize,Beware of rudely crossing it:I have no gun, but I can spit.”
“I told him, 'You can start in the middle and kiss your way thirty-six inches to the right, and then you can go back to the middle and kiss your way thirty-six inches to the left. You can just kiss my big ass.”
“I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.”
“My box bedroom can only fit a bed and a wardrobe but it was my whole world. My only personal space to think and dream, to cry and laugh and wait until I became old enough to do all the things I wasn't allowed to do.”
“MY rule is never to be rude to anyone unless you mean it.”
“Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.”