Mr. Faulkner, of course, is interested in making your mind rather than your flesh creep.
Women often postpone their lives, thinking that if they're not with a partner then it doesn't really count. They're still searching for their prince, in a way. And as much as we don't discuss that, because it's too embarrassing and too sad, I think it really does exist.
Paintings are like a beer, only beer tastes good and it's hard to stop drinking beer.