Yes, a deep lesson from the postage stamp. It attaches itself to a moveable material, the envelope and gets going. A good relationship keeps you going forward; a bad one keeps you static. Attach yourself...

I lick each envelope I mail, so I can taste the closure and anticipation of travel. If they tasted like ice cream, they’d match the love letters inside.

I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.

I don’t want the words to be naked the way they are in faxes or in the computer. I want them to be covered by an envelope that you have to rip open in order...

Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.

A man with nobody to love is like a stamped envelope with no address.