My nostrils smell, but not to you. Oh, they have no odor, unless you count the scent of nostalgia, which is what they always smell like.

“Moral codes are like the ocean. Some people live by them, while others, such as…”

“I asked her if she’d give me all her love, and she flatly said no. I got excite…”

“Stairs, are they going up or are they going down? They’re so confusing! If love…”

“Love is as iffy as Kipling.”