"With a palindrome of a name, like Bob, I’d be both right thinking and dyslexic. Would you love me more as a Bob, or as a Bob?"
"What is pink, blurry, and always leaving when you’re arriving? Love."
"The race is long, and I am sprinting. If I ever see her again, I’ll probably be too out of breath to tell her I love her."
"I am the archaeologist of love. I’m digging for the bones of a loved one I shot and buried decades ago."
"She’ll come to love me or she won’t. I’m a fisherman, not a hunter."
"Last time I arm-wrestled, I broke my leg. Boy, what I wouldn’t do for love."