Taste ... Is A Matter Of Taste

I Don't Think I've Left A Trail Of Weeping Women In My Wake. I Mean, The Number Of Serious Relationships I've Had Has Not Been Into Double Digits.

Love Is The Eternal Quest: Almost Everyone Wants To Love And Be Loved.

Delia's Arms Were Inscribed With A Grid Of Self- Inflicted Wounds, An Intricate Text Of Self-loathing

Great Minds Sink Alike, Right?

Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.