I loved all the words in his book—just not in the order he arranged them, or the frequency with which he used them. To improve his work, I’d combine the words in a different way to form new sentences and new ideas. But other than hating the whole thing, I loved it.

“I’m not a king, but you can call me His Royal Hoorayness. If you did that, I’d …”

“My headboard has bars, like a jail cell. Sometimes I’ll be asleep and think I’m…”

“I am greedy with water. I made your apology tea dry. I’m sorry. You might try s…”

“A brick could be used to help define your rigid beliefs. I put my beliefs to be…”