"I make love like the 13th floor is the 14th floor of a hotel. I give it that little extra that takes it to a whole new level."
"Me: On time. Love: Late. Death: Early. Seriously, why are you late?"
"Love is tender, like the pot roast I’m keeping warm in my shoes."
"What is pink, blurry, and always leaving when you’re arriving? Love."
"I wish every envelope enclosed a love letter. It’s this hope that leads me to open strangers’ mail. So you see, I’m a romantic, not an NSA employee."
"We made love like two folding lawn chairs. We were both motionless, but the possibility of movement permeated the moment."