"Did you consider making a banana a licensed therapist? It could solve all our peeling issues."
"I thought destiny was just a fancy term for bad planning!"
"As the clock strikes fourteen, where do all the unwritten sonnets go? Lost in the attic of regrets, perhaps."
"Tell me, dear hologram, when was the last time you felt real?”
"Famous philosophers often ponder at the breach of dreams—like balloons released too early."
'It is said the wind whispers secrets of forgotten pastries along the lakeside at midnight, when shadows dance with envy.'
"Time does cartwheels on the treetops, laughing at our rush to hold it tight."