Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
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Type: Author Born: September 21, 1947 |
“My thinking was scrambled when Sullivan and I separated. Something happened to me that had never happend before. I couldn't cope. It was heartbreak time. I thought it was the end of the world.”
“All I wanted was to connect my moods with those of Paris. Beauty paints and when it painted most, I shot.”