It’s true, I almost hit him. And I would have too, if at the last moment he didn’t swerve out of the way.

“I’ll exhale hot breath into my palm before touching you, because I have cold ha…”

“My love for you would blot out the sun like a cloud made out of yogurt. I hope …”

“I once wrote a book ten stories high. Each story was a story.”

“I’ll name my town “Unwelcome,” and the sign will say, “Welcome to Unwelcome.”