“If some confectioners were willingTo let the shape announce the filling,We'd encounter fewer assorted chocs,Bitten into and returned to the box.”
“The glove compartment of my car is empty, but one of these days, I’m going to fill it with an assortment of gloves—everything from boxing gloves to the oven mitts I used when I burned my last bridge.”
“For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.”
“Fewer candles flickered. Fewer words were spoken. Fewer breaths were taken.”
“Because we knew you were waiting, we did our best so that we'd return.”
“Would wheel square in shape if earth's box in shape?”