Want some tea?" she said.
"What?"
"I thought some tea might be nice. A nice cup of oolong. Want some?"
"But you just took my clothes off."
"Oh. All right, then, sex it is.

Your best work involves timing. If someone wrote the best hip hop song of all time in the Middle Ages, he had bad timing.

Her tea basket was still lost, but that didn’t seem to matter now. People used to eat loose tea on long journeys. They’d pack it into hard little cakes they’d pull out later, to gnaw on while they warmed their hands by a fire. The tea provided physical sustenance, but it was also considered good for the soul.

Tea was more than boiling water. There were decisions to be made and a frame of mind to develop, no matter how imperceptible.

They say time heals and makes us forget, but what two people shared can never be erased.

There is no such thing as timing if that person lives in your heart and mind.