The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.
My mother is Irish, my father is black and Venezuelan, and me - I'm tan, I guess.
But when it comes to writing the thing that I've sort of been thinking about lately, is why? You know, is it rational? Is it logical that anybody should be expected to be afraid of the work that they feel they were put on this Earth to do.