“I took my shoes for a walk. They’re furry and they bark.”
“Sure, I have nice shoes. They’re in my closet, collecting a patina of dust. My shoes were made for dancing, and that’s why they’re dusty, because my feet, unfortunately, were not made for dancing. My feet were made for making wine, and that’s why my walk is intoxicating.”
“Why they don’t wanna walk in my shoes, I ask them to come out of their shoes and walk the world in mine and then judge me.”
“I'd much prefer my books to shoes...In the summer I sometimes take walks without shoes but never without a novel.”
“My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.”
“If you were to ask me what’s under my bed, I’d tell you shoes. They’re brown, and they’re still attached to the body that’s been decomposing there since I hid it three days ago.”