Our body begins to destroy itself from the moment it is born. We are fragile. We’re creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans

“Toda a arte é agressiva, Isabella. E toda a vida de artista é uma pequena ou um…”

“She wore an ivory-white dress and held the world in her eyes. I barely remember…”

“. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows.…”

“There are yokels out there who think that if they touch a woman's behind and sh…”