It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.
And I, love, am a pathological liar.
Wear your heart on your skin in this life.
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.