His Flesh Took Paleness From His Bones.

If God Treats You Well By Teaching You A Disastrous Lesson, You Never Forget It.

I Was Partially Raised By An Aunt Who Was A Dress Designer, So I Was Around Her Studio All Of My Early Life. I Know Materials. I Can Look Through Harper's Bazaar And Decide What Works And What Doesn't, Or Any Other Magazine, Seventeen If You Wish.

Poverty Made A Sound Like A Wet Cough In The Shadows Of The Room.

We Meet On The Common Ground Of An Uncommon Age And Share Out Our Gifts Of Dark And Light, Good And Bad, Simple Joy And Not So Simple Sorrow.

I Don't Know Anything Anymore