Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.
Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.
I like one hair, tuna fish, the smell of rain and things that are pink. I hate pimples, baked potatoes, when my mother's mad, and religious holidays.
I do remember that I was sitting in the make-up chair before the shoots for a commercial or film or other, and I thought: Sometime soon they are going to make a close-up of me and millions of people can see how many pimples I've got on my cheeks.
Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was sixty-five I still had pimples.
Mr Lely, I desire you would use all your skill to paint my picture freely like me, and not flatter me at all but remark all these roughnesses, pimples, warts and everything as you see me, otherwise I will never pay a farthing for it
As an actor you have one great fear: pimples!
I didn't get to talk to him, I just kept looking at him. Elvis had all this greasy hair and pimples on his face he played a mean guitar and sang like no one else. I thought he was the coolest guy I'd ever seen. I wanted to be just like him.
I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.
Yes, and I had pimples so badly it used to make me so shy. I used not to look at myself. I'd hide my face in the dark, I wouldn't want to look in the mirror and my father teased me and I just hated it and I cried everyday.
I got sick of all the creams and lotions out there and waking up with a dirty pillow and even bigger pimples, ... It's exciting for me to see my baby getting out there.
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