You're ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.
I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning
Stand aside, and try not to catch fire if I shed sparks of genius.
If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.
They kissed for the sort of endless moment that only exists between lovers whose lips are still new territory to one another.
To us — richer and cleverer than everyone else!