The Real Drug, I Came To Believe,

I Continued To Protect Him With My Silence.

A Good Home Must Be Made, Not Bought. In The End, It's Not Track Lighting Or A Sun Room That Brings Light Into A Kitchen.

A Good Home Must Be Made, Not Bought.

The Painter Who Feels Obligated To Depict His Subjects As Uniformly Beautiful Or Handsome And Without Flaws Will Fall Short Of Making Art.

The Real Drug, I Came To Believe, Was Love.