“I came from a broken home. My bedroom window was cracked.”

“I want a one-bedroom house with cup holders. I want to live in my car, and make the road my home.”

“When I was a kid, I’d leave my door cracked with a piece of lint on top, and if I came home and the lint was on the floor, I’d know there’d been an intruder in my room. Of course, I shared a room with the washer and dryer, so this led to many false accusations.”

“The morning always has a way of creeping up on me and peeking in my bedroom windows. The sunrise is such a pervert.”

“I’ll leave the door cracked, because cracked is better than broken.”

“Even a broken mirror isn’t broken if it allows you to see who you really are—cracked down the middle in your duality.”

“Only a friend or a giraffe would stick his neck out for you. But only a giraffe would eat all the leaves off your tree so he could peek in your second story bedroom window.”