“With six pieces of wood, I’m building a life, and my coffin.”

“My love has six sides, but it’s not a coffin. That’s just an optical illusion. Still, one day my love for you will be the death of me.”

“I’m very close to my dad. He’s about six inches away right now and snoring in my ears.”

“I’m building a hot air balloon out of my love for you. I’m starting with the hot air, and then I’m going to surround that with saran wrap, because after all, I’m only using leftovers.”

“I’m a student of life. My own. So I’m also my own teacher.”

“If kids six and under eat free, then I’m an infant. Or at least infantile. Bring on the steaks.”

“A brick could be used as a symbol for the kind of life I’m trying to build. The question now is, what kind of life am I trying to build? Well, I guess I want stability, longevity, and I’d like it two stories, with the second story being fiction, or even pseudo nonfiction, if that makes sense in its nonsensicality.”