The people I grew up around who I really liked were quick on the draw. It always just wowed me. And my mum would make weird funny comments. I can see in myself her self-deprecating, hippie humour. I can&#39;t take myself too seriously.

Since music has never had a Rembrandt, we have remained nothing more than musicians.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe There was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.

Written By Edith Wharton

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