“Quiet night. Silence at full capacity. Noiselessness is spilling over like a coffee cup full of jock cock. In a contact sport I’ve got to protect my genitals.”
“In exchange for my silence, I want a box of quiet. Empty—and full. That’s also how I like my morning coffee at night.”
“I’ve got a pocket full of cash, and a condom full of erection.”
“People like to cry over spilled milk, but I cry every time I spill my coffee.”
“Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.”
“This is what Sweden is - quiet people leaning over the newspapers and coffee cups, each one with his own thoughts and destiny.”