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“What do you see?” “You. Pieces of you, in everything. You are in everything, fucking everything. Pieces of you. Your eyes, your nose, your mouth…”
- For Lovers Only, 2010
“You do love her?” “I can’t work. I can’t think. She’s devouring me.”
- My Week With Marilyn, 2011

