My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

Hi, I’m at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

By the way, I've decided to start referring to myself exclusively as 'Daddy.' Everytime Daddy would otherwise say 'I' or 'Me,' Daddy is now going to say 'Daddy.

He called out to his fellow monks,'Come quickly I am tasting stars.

That's the great thing about being in the third grade. If you've got one polysyllabic adjective, everyone thinks you're a genius.

Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.