“I am a tea, he thought. I am some kind of tea. And I have wishes.”
“Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea! How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.”
“I am in no way interested in immortality, but only in the taste of tea.”
“Well that was the silliest tea party I ever went to! I am never going back there again!”
“I, my own damn self, am not a Tea Party supporter. I disagree with them on social liberties, our overseas wars, Obama's birthplace, Sarah Palin, and the conspicuous absence of tea at their rallies.”
“I like my tea like I like my men,” I say. With the last name “Grey.” But I realize that’s too forward, so I add, “Black.”He raises an eyebrow.“I mean, not that I exclusively like black men,” I say, trying to recover. “I like other kinds of tea. And men.”“Have you ever tasted...white tea, Anna?”