Your steady rain of words soaked me to the skin
Neil: You called me your fucking... angel.
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
I think our skin clears up and we're nicer when you are in love.
This would be the stuff of songs and paintings and patterns on skin.
Strength ebbed and flowed, but brittle would break.
My favorite color is you.
It's important to maintain an attractive smile as you age. A lighter, less beige, more white tooth color is key, but no Chiclets.
Love is the color of peace.
My favorite color on canvas is nudity.
Outside books, we avoid colorful characters.
Color is born of the interpenetration of light and dark.
The sky was the color of Edgar Allan Poe's pajamas.
Words are chameleons, which reflect the color of their environment.
Description is the color in the canvas of your story.
God's colors all are fast.
You know creators, composers, need a palette for life, a color for life.
Each color lives by its mysterious life.
It was tremendously satisfying to watch this color parade.
If I couldn't see the colors, now that would be a problem.
Be Positive in Life and all Colors will Find You. Jan Jansen
