“I’m in great shape. I’m 30 years old, and I feel like I’m 29.”
“Love has a shape, but no color. You’re probably wondering, “If it’s transparent, how do you know what shape it is?” Good question. Well, for one thing, I put it together, and for another, I’m currently wearing it like body armor (though to the casual observer, I appear naked).”
“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.”
“My knowledge is mine to use as I see fit. But I’m way too out of shape to see fit.”
“I object to that object that’s made of bronze and shaped like my clone. It should be made of gold, and shaped like me.”
“Love doesn’t have form (aside from your naked body), but it does have a shape. The shape of love is circular, like a STOP sign.”