I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. – Julia Lee-Booker, letter to Pat McSwiney, 1940 July 24
Tattoo. What a loaded word it is, rife with associations to goons, goofs, bikers, tribal warriors, carnival artists, drunken sailors and floozies. – Jon Anderson, “Epidermal Dalis,” Chicago Tribune, 6 October 1994
As a kid I had buck teeth and braces and acne. I hated what I saw. Im still not comfortable, but thats why I change and adapt the way I look. – Marilyn Manson