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.

“The old me is younger than the me now. Ah, but that’s life, no?”

“Even free things, things that cost no money, still cost time.”

“I’m like a tree frog when it comes to birthdays. Basically, my thoughts on birt…”

“Love is as old as time, though it is considerably more difficult to stuff insid…”