“Love isn't two matching unicycles. Love is a bicycle—and mine just got stolen. ”
“Somebody took my bicycle tire, my bicycle seat, and both my pedals. They stole my whole unicycle!”
“Love is a bicycle with two pancakes for wheels. You may see love as more of an exercise in hard work, but I see it as more of a breakfast on the go.”
“Love is a winding mountainous road. Do you have an extra unicycle and handlebar mustache I can borrow?”
“It took two," I said. "Two different people to make the Heartwood what it is. Two different experiences, grief and joy, combined. True love never has just one face, does it? It must always have two, or it isn't true love at all.”
“How is love between two people a sin? Love isn't about gender; it's about two souls uniting.”