“Love is like a banana, and I keep it in my pocket on cold days to warm up my hand.”
“But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta”
“I gather up my loves, and keep them all warm”
“If you try to to take my bananas from me, I will reclaim them from your cold dead hands.”
“But I'm getting to it. I can't come at it cold. I'm warming my hands over old stories.”
“Love is tender, like the pot roast I’m keeping warm in my shoes.”