“You can talk about love all day, but until you feel it, you might as well be an albino under an umbrella.”

“I stood under the umbrella for hours before I folded it up and started walking. Umbrellas can block the sun, shield the rain, and if you flip an open one over, it can also be used as a large coffee cup.”

“I got your love out of the umbrella cabinet. I hope you weren’t saving it for a rainy day.”

“However unfortunate you may feel, there are always those less fortunate than you. I’m not talking about the homeless—I’m talking about your clones. Think how insecure you’d feel if you knew you were nothing more than a derivative. And if you can imagine how you’d feel, you now know exactly how the other you would feel.”

“I love like an albino. But I don’t want to get sunburned, so would you please pass the ketchup?”

“There’s always something to talk about, even if you talk about how there is nothing to talk about. Of course, I’m talking about love.”

“I’m feeling a little under the weather. But once I open my umbrella, I’m sure I’ll begin to feel better.”