I love the smell of shampoo on a girl's hair. You can walk past someone and be like, 'Wow, you took a shower this morning, didn't you? Because you smell lovely.'
I know the district. I know a lot of people in the district. I know how to get where I'm going.
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.