She poured us some more Scotch. It didn't seem to affect her any more than water affects Boulder Dam.

Land and water are not really separate things, but they are separate words, and we perceive through words.

This is a silly place. Half the world has no clean water. The other half has so much that they pooh in it.

In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.

I planted a plastic plant, but nothing grew but political hope. I watered it with the tears of the voters.

I’m an all-the-water-I-can-drink-in-a-flower-vase kind of lover. Roses and batteries sold separately.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

You can bail water 24/7, and no matter how good you are at not sinking, you still have a hole in your boat.

For him, it appeared he could freezethe moment in a memory; only for it to slip through hishands like water.

I make an H2O alternative with my armpits. I left you a ten-gallon sample in your car, as a going away gift.

Water always flows downhill. So does my love. Are you prepared for a flood? You’d better build an ark.

He wouldn't call a glass of water half full or half empty; he'd assume it was poisoned and run away.

Love flows like flowers, and grows like water. I’m so thirsty for romance I could drink a dozen roses.

For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.

At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.