I carry your love like a backpack. I only wish your love had a larger cargo capacity, and had zippers instead of Velcro.

“If I met a man who had eleven sons, the first thing I’d ask is, Are they all yo…”

“Who art thou, Art? Do you make art the way I make love—with a paintbrush?”

“My couch is coffee-colored. I can thank Starbucks and clumsiness for that.”

“In bed, I could climb in, if you ever rest. Then I could mount you like Everest.”