Quotes of: Holy-book Keyword

I asked if she wanted kids. She said her clock is ticking. I said, That’s because I set it five minutes ahead when you weren’t looking.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

What I got out of church was a love of God, and a detestable feeling for the men standing in the way of Him—and the buffet in the banquet hall. Stand aside—I’m starving!

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The stranger was as white as a gallon of milk, and I felt the desire to pour his soul into my coffee. I’d drink him like the ghost of my grandpa.

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I drink coffee like I urinate—alone, or in large groups. Sometimes I wish I knew the secret handshake.

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I once said hello to a pack of goodbyes, but they were asleep to my coffee offering. They were running towards love, which is always running away from me.

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Morning coffee is my preferred method of starting my evening. I make love all the time half the time. That half is night. Wake me up when it’s ready.

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I am the coffee, and God is The Barista. Through me, he may awaken your soul. But the coffee knows not what flows through the mind of The Barista.

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I laughed so hard I nearly spit out my hot tea. The strange part was the fact that I was drinking coffee at that moment.

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I’ll put some ice in your coffee, to cover up the fact that it was already cold and old. I do this because my love for you is slightly warmer and newer.

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To most people, if you’re muttering, you might as well be speaking a foreign language. I should know, because in college I took two years of muttering.

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I don’t know how to say it without saying it, so I’ll just not say it. Or I could show it, because that’s the only way to make love visible.

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We agreed to meet at 4. I meant AM and she meant PM, so we both just stood around thinking we’d been stood up.

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I try not to sell myself short, unless I’m giving myself a great price on the stuff.

This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucks

We talked for four hours. Well, I talked for four, and she listened for two.


This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucks

I talked to David yesterday, but since it is a statue, it didn’t talk back. I have to say, it was a better conversationalist than my last date.

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I have an ill-fitting jacket. It looks sick. It has an “I Voted” sticker on it, so perhaps it’s as disgusted with politics as politicians are disgusting.

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I remember her words about remembering my words, and that’s when it hit me: the quickest way to scalpel open a heart is with a declaration of love.

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I haven’t had a birthday party in a while, probably because I’m not really into celebrating myself. Especially not for an achievement (the creation of me) that I did not contribute too.

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Instead of reciting her an original love poem using words, I think I’ll use my tongue to more creatively explore the deepest parts of her.

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My love is shaped like a dog whistle—the sound, not the thing. As a lover, I’m a fighter. But dogs have more bark than me—and so do trees.

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Our two hands were held together by love—and adhesive. Let no man separate what God hath joined together! Is it crazy? Yes—Krazy Glue.

This Book is Not FOR SALE