My Memory Loves You… It Asks About

Everyone Coming Out Of A Perfume Store Is Smelling The Back Of Their Hand.

The Fact That I’m Silent Doesn’t Mean I Have Nothing To Say.

If I Don't Feel Like Writing Today Or For A Few Days, I Don't. And I Don't Think About It. It Is Not An Obligation-it Is The Greatest Privilege.

My Memory Loves You… It Asks About You All The Time.

It's Always Fun To Walk Down The Street With Or Behind A Really Beautiful Woman, For No Reason Other Than To See How The World Reacts To Them.