A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.
Your heart is my piñata.
Look up at the stars and you're gone.
Peter used to say that an artist’s job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble.
Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit.
Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.