“If birthdays fell from the sky like Saturdays shaped like saxophones, I’d learn how to play the flute on Tuesdays.”

“I’d like to tweeze all the Tuesdays of the year, and all the Mondays off my chest.”

“I’d like to write a screenplay about my grandpa, and I’d like my future grandson to play the part. Talk about a mindfuck!”

“If a building were shaped like a body, I’d imagine you’d exit out the rear.”

“I’d like to play a game of Marco Polo—in the 13th century.”

“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours.
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“Eyes are shaped like leaves, mouths are shaped like leaves, and goodbyes are shaped like leaves. But my love, that is shaped like a tree.”