Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.
Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please.
Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses
America is in a runaway-train position and dragging all the world with it. It's grotesquely mentally ill.
I'm a painter first, and a musician second.
I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.