At a certain R.P.M., there's only one way for blood to leave your body, and that's through your eyeballs. That means you're dead.
“As for how criticism of Keats' poetry relates to criticism of my own work, I'll leave that for others to decide.”
“There are just certain things that turn my head. It may be a girl's sense of humor, it may be her wit, or her belief system; it could be a lot of different things.”