"I let coffee drip into my mouth the same way I fall in love—slowly, as I wring out my shirt before going to scrub off the 32-ounce spill. I’m as romantic as a free-refill station that’s out of sugar, cream, and stirring sticks."
"My heartbeat is a pulse, and it pumps out sonic vibrations that resonate with her mind as she lays her head on my chest. Listen silently and you can hear the frequency of love."
"I can't throw away cologne because that is Nostalgia in a Bottle, the scent of yesterday, and it reminds me of her more clearly than her picture."
"People don’t buy products—they buy people. It’s called slavery. I mean networking. It’s called networking."
"People tell me I look like my father. I've never seen my dad, so does that mean I look invisible?"
"I keep water in my pockets, as portable fish tanks. My love letters often get soggy with sentimentality."