Jenny, if you're so con­vinced I'm a loser, why did you bull­doze me into buy­ing you cof­fee?' She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. 'I like your body,' she said.

This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.

Jenny, if you're so con­vinced I'm a loser, why did you bull­doze me into buy­ing you cof­fee?' She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. 'I like your body,' she said.

although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.

What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.

Something may have been lost in translation, but it certainly wasn't love

Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness