I Am Very Proud To Be Italian.

I Hate Polite Conversation. I Hate It When People Stand Around And Go, "hi, How Are You?" I Hate Words That Don't Have Any Reason Or Meaning. Also I Hate It When People Smoke In Elevators And Closed In Places. It's Just So Rude.

Tell Me Love Isn't True, It's Just Something That We Do.

There Are Certain Mystical Belief Systems That Believe That Taking Pictures Takes An Aspect Of The Soul, But Beyond That It's Just The Idea That Once You're Captured In A Photograph, Then A Million Presumptions Are Made Of You, And You Are Forever Frozen In That One Moment, And You Are Perceived To Be The Embodiment Of That Moment, And That, Of Course, Is An Illusion.

The One Thing I Don't Understand Is When People Make Comments Who Are Clearly Not Fans Of Mine. I Think, Why Are You Here? Why Are You Wasting Your Time? It's Fascinating.

Because I've Taken My Clothes Off In Public Doesn't Mean That I've Revealed Every Inch Of My Soul.