This had mythical proportions. A beautiful blond guy, his wife and this mysterious woman who gets under the husband's skin. It's basic storytelling.

It doesn't matter how long my hair is or what colour my skin is or whether I'm a woman or a man.

When he came out of his doghouse, I saw four or five burned spots on him where his skin was visibly burned, and you could see raw skin. I could smell burned hair.

We are not women of color. I am a woman with skin of color. I am not an ethnicity, but a skin tone. That's why my book covers everything from a blond and blue-eyed Brazilian to a woman from the Philippines who may be as dark as I am.

If a man also or a woman have in the skin of their flesh bright spots, even white bright spots; / Then the priest shall look: and, behold, if the bright spots in the skin of their flesh be darkish white; it is a freckled spot that groweth in the skin; he is clean.

We don't run them when the photographers get involved in making the pictures newsworthy, ... The pictures are lousy.