Dance In Your Dream. Go Out Into

I Often Wish My Mother Had Died So That At Least I Could Get Some People's Sympathy. But There She Was, A Perfectly Beautiful Mother.

In Your Head, A Sunset Can Go On For Days

I Never Thought, "i'm Going To Be An Artist". When I Actually Began To Become Successful In The Art World I Made It A Point To Say, 'i Am A Dilettante, I Am Not A Professional Artist", Which Is True.

Even My Mother Told Me: 'you Are A Handsome Woman, But You're Not Pretty. Pretty Girls Don't Have Those Big Bones.'

Faces Can Lie. Backsides Can't.