I am a tender, beautiful and loving guy that happens to slap a photographer now and then because they get in my way.

I live for now, not for what happens after I die.

I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

Now and then I find a kitschy series I love.

Every now and then, I deserve to say what I feel.