I have fallen in love with the complicated art of Love itself; it is frustrating because it is an impossible art to master.

The Only time you'll be able to dress me, position me, and fix me up to your standards is when I'm dead and in my coffin.

"I don't care what they say about me. As long as they don't feed me, bathe me, clothe me, house me, and take care of me, I really don't give a care what they have to say."