Upturned toward the sun, eyes closed. That color and warmth I see and feel is the soul on fire. If only it remained when again my eyes opened. – Jeb Dickerson, jebdickerson.com
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
At the time that I knew them, they were not living together. They began dating again after their divorce, so I didnt really see fighting. – Kato Kaelin
