A fist is more than the sum of its fingers.
Sons branch out, but one woman leads to another.
I tend to feel if people say they're going to do something, they will, if given the chance.
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
She knows the rituals, she knows how we're supposed to be behaving...But I think these things are impenetrable and fraudulent, and I can't do them without feeling I'm acting.
Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.