I never get used to it, the unknowable mystery of a person so suddenly, totally closed, snapped shut like a half-read novel.
Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.
I have no-fail chemistry. A guy turns me on, he's the wrong one for me.
Plenty of guys are good at sex, but conversation, now there's an art.
Record company execs eat their young, I swear to God.
Singers come and go; the music business waxes and wanes. The blues are popular and unpopular, often at the same time.