All books are coloring books, if you are in possession of a childlike imagination, and a box of markers.

“Bring on hyperinflation! I want to be a millionaire with minimal work.”

“If sharks really can smell blood, then I’d imagine they’re all salivating over …”

“I drew a self-portrait of myself, drawn with my eyes closed from a memory someo…”

“I make believe like asexuals make love—alone, with cardboard tubes.”