I speak Spanish like I chew spinach—like it’s dried bubble gum stuck underneath a park bench.

Making benches is no walk in the park. It takes one a lot of love to make a bench, and then it takes two to make love on that bench.

You look like you. Only with the volume turned up.

I’ll never go hungry, because I’m a pet owner and a meat eater. I used to own broccoli, but taking it for a walk in the park didn’t work out so well.

The sun’s champagne streamed from one body into another. And there was a couple on the green silk of the grass, covered by a raspberry umbrella. Only their feet and a little bit of lace...

Sexually active? Sexually active? Patrick and I hadn’t even learned the fine points of kissing yet!I marched on down. ‘For your information,’ I said from the doorway, as both Dad and Lester jerked to attention,...

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.

A fire truck is just a drivable penis. The flames of my love might engulf you, if you don’t let me park inside you.

I do a medley of hymns in all of my sets, whether I’m in an arena, in a theater, in an amusement park.

Doing Shakespeare in the Park has always been a dream. Everyone else says Hamlet, but I want to play Romeo.

a dense wall of greenery bordered it, …an impenetrable barrier of oaks, evergreen shrubs, blackberry that somehow resisted the frost, and thorns. In the defense department, the witches would make Sleeping Beauty’s evil witch weep...

When I have no appointments, I spend the day in pajamas and go to the dog park in pajamas. I’m very casual.

That’s like my love for her.” At first I was sad, but then I smiled when I realized I’m more of a sofa kind of guy.

In neighborhoods without a usable park or playground, the incidence of childhood obesity increases by 29 percent.

I tell people this: It’s hard to write about walking in the park, but it’s easy to write about a breakup.

When he was in a bad mood, The Writer went to the park. The only place he considered friendly. Not the bookshops crammed with titles, with those harsh lights and those piles of books that...

I legit can not parallel park. This is no joke!

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

I see something new in ‘Gosford Park’ every time I watch it.

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.

Maybe I’m some sort of perverted cartoon-sexual.

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.

Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn’t have time to die of ecstasy...