Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junkmail. You can't be ready for such a thing any more than salt water taffy gets you ready for the ocean.

A kiss on the beach when there is a full moon is the closest thing to heaven.

American Beer is a lot like making love in a canoe - it's fucking close to water.

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

Oh, God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don't think it's in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

American beer like sex on boat. Both fucking close to water.

So kiss me where the sun don't shine, and I don't mean London.

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

I love, I love, I’m ready to love — yes

I look in your eyes I realize what you've sold me
is love in a vacuum. Love in a vacuum.

No water—I never touch water. Fish make love in it.

The best kisses in the world take place at night, in the ocean, with two naked bodies coiled around one another, only the stars to keep them company.