This Isn't A Watercolor, It's A Mural.

Jenny, If You're So Con­vinced I'm A Loser, Why Did You Bull­doze Me Into Buy­ing You Cof­fee?' She Looked Me Straight In The Eye And Smiled. 'i Like Your Body,' She Said.

This Isn't A Watercolor, It's A Mural.

The ‘equilibrium’ That People See In Me Is Really An Illusion. I Am As Flawed As Anyone. It’s Only That I Seem To Have The Knack Of Hiding.

Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.

What Term Do You Employ When You Speak Of Your Progenitor?" I Answered With The Term I'd Always Wanted To Employ. "sonovabitch." "to His Face?" She Asked. "i Never See His Face." "he Wears A Mask?" "in A Way, Yes. Of Stone. Of Absolute Stone.