Love is like a blanket: it will keep you warm, but it might also suffocate you. Also, it’s probably covered with cat hair—love, I mean.

Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.

What is the greatest mystery of the universe? The answer is brick. Or is it blanket? I forget which one.

I’d use my shadow as a blanket, but it’s too cold. It’s a shame, because it’d fit snuggly over my body.

She looked so sexy with her sixteen cats that I just had to swipe right, but when she messaged me first quoting Monty Python, I knew it was Tinder love. Maybe on the first date...

A brick could help me hold down a job. Hey, in an economy as bad as this, every little bit helps.

A blanket that has arms to hold you when you are sad, now that’s what I call a comforter.

Christmas is a blanket that warms our cold hearts.

Trust is not a gasoline-soaked blanket that succumbs to the matches of betrayal, never able to be used for its warmth again; it’s a tapestry that wears thin in places, but can be patched over...

A horse blanket, Mel?I remembered what I was wearing. ‘It tore in half when Hrani tried washing it. She was going to mend it. This piece was too small for a horse, but it was...

Soak blanket in gravy and make a delicious brick wrap. Serve in All Gravy Room at the Mandrake Hotel.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

When a man has a gift in speaking the truth, brute aggression is no longer his security blanket for approval. He, on the contrary, spends most of his energy trying to tone it down because...

Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul…to love me.

I blink like a blanket. I’m not asleep—this extended motionlessness is how I make love.

I keep my kindness in my eyes Gently folded around my iris Like a velvety, brown blanket That warms my vision I keep my shyness in my hair Tucked away into a ponytail Looking for...