“I am the chef of love. Let me utilize your oven.”

“I am the Love Camel of Llama Land. Come, hop on my hump and let me lead you to water.”

“I am the washing machine of love. And if you have no idea what I mean, maybe it’s time to let some laundry into your life.”

“I am Orafoura and he is me. And he is not me. And I am not me. Or him. And I am in love and not in love, and all at once—and twice.”

“Right now I’m naked, like how my pizza comes out of the oven. I like my toppings like I like my women: topless. I love me some pepperoni.”

“It’s true, I can’t make you love me. But I can refuse to let you out of your cage.”

“I love like a lawnmower in the desert. I love like a solar-powered lunar vehicle. I love like a wind-powered kite factory. Some might even say I love like an ice cube in an oven, but I’d vehemently disagree. It’s not an ice cube, it’s an ice sculpture—of your heart, and it’s melting at this very moment.”