Love is the jelly to sunshines peanut butter. And if I tell you that Im in sandwich with you Im not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.

If love had feathers and tasted like dog food then I suggest you wear shoes with your banana pudding. This statement also defines my political beliefs.

I wanted to tell her I love you back but I guess in waiting for the perfect moment the next commercial break I ended up completely forgetting.

Love is what you make it. Unfortunately I cant make it today as I have a doctors appointment.

I want to gather up all the ink cartridges in the universe because somewhere mixed in with all that ink is the next great American novel. And Id love nothing more than to drink it.

I can tell if two people are in love by how they hold each others hands and how thick their sanitation gloves are.

Just because youre beautiful and perfect its made you conceited.

If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs then yes I have loved a few people.

We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful poetic and absurd. We find in all these records of the past philosophies and dreams and efforts stained with tears of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither and vainly sought to make with bits of shattered glass a mirror that would in very truth reflect the face and form of Natures perfect self.These myths were born of hopes and fears and tears and smiles and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth and deaths sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them the winds and waves were music and all the lakes and streams and springsthe mountains woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire made tawny Summers billowed breast the throne and home of love filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes and gathered sheaves and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt like Lear upon his withered face Cordelias tears. These myths though false are beautiful and have for many ages and in countless ways enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man.

Many years later when I began training as a plastic surgeon I understood something that I had not that day in the kitchen arguing for Thalia to leave Tinos for the boarding school. I learned that the world didnt see the inside of you that it didnt care a whit about the hopes and dreams and sorrows that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple as absurd and as cruel as that. My patients knew this. They saw that much of what they were would be or could be hinged on the symmetry of their bone structure the space between their eyes their chin length the tip projection of their nose whether they had an ideal nasofrontal angle or not.Beauty is an enormous unmerited gift given randomly stupidly.