Learning how to love is like learning how to tie your shoes, and that’s precisely why I wear slippers.

That hate is easy, but sometimes love is easy too.

I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue. Now, if only I could do the same with my shoelaces, I wouldn’t have to banana pudding my way to success.

There is within me a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love, much as our blood sometimes bears the seed of our destruction …