“If my life’s work could fit on a stamp, I’d want you to lick it before I die.”
“If you don't start playing by my rules, you'll be lucky to be licking stamps in some lowly, legal aid office.”
“Love, I want you everywhere I go. I’d put you in my pocket, if I could.”
“I’ve licked stamps who were more excited than you by that kiss.”
“In ten years, you'll be on a stamp /where anyone at all can lick you.”
“...if the spell was off, I’d have my heart eaten before I could turn around.”“Don’t you want your heart eaten?” asked the fire. [...]“Naturally I don’t,” Sophie answered.”