I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
I’m a drinker,
not a talker.
I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?