The cheese was riddled with holes, and it was a riddle to me what kind it was. All I know is my love for you isn’t neutral—it isn’t Swiss.

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

“In Bougainville, the only flower that grows is the Bougainvillea. In Gainesvill…”

“When someone asks, Dogs or cats? I usually say, For what, dinner?”

“I want to knit myself a skin-tight sweater, made out of human flesh.”