"Love is a boomerang dripped in honey, in that it emanates from me just as surely as it will return to me. Still, I think I’d much rather wash my hands and be done with it."
"I was gardening when I saw this snail/slug thing disguised as a leaf. Ah, isn't fall a wonderful time to slowly fall in love?"
"Some men have actually died from laughing. That's so funny I fear for my own life."
"Sometimes no words come as a response, only shapes spring to mind. But after you tell me you love me, I can’t very well reply, “Hexagon!"
"Why aren’t red traffic lights heart-shaped? Probably because it’s not like rush hour can get any more romantic."
"I went to a potluck. I brought my own pot—and luck. The pot was empty, just like my promise to bring food the next time."