“When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary...

Satan vad bra hon är Me'Shell Ndegéocello! (kompositör, basist & sångerska) ♥ ...

A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction. Oscar Wilde  ...

Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it? Pablo Picasso Face of pleasure I...