
از بس اين نقاشي واقعي بود كه بعد از ديدناش مُرد. نه اينكه بميرد، واقعا. او هم روي بوم، با رنگ زرد، مُرد.
I love the car; it's better than the work of art itself
... I don’t wear very much make-up, because I don’t think it’s attractive. I don’t want to show off the make-up I’m wearing, I want to show off my face because I am pleased with the way God made me.
... I wanted a Tom Jones-type of nose; you can barely see the freaking thing. I just was always very, very self-conscious about my nose before I started boxing. I’m Italian, and you know; you’re born with a Roman nose, and I hate it.
When you're young you're sleeping
With the love you're feeling
Waking up to evening
to the pulse you're breathing
Nothing left just slumber
Only we remember
We bought a knife for sharing
Present for a faerie