“He’s a sculpture. Painstakingly chiseled into perfection over the course of years, until arias could be written about his eyebrows, his cheekbones, the freaking shape of his nostrils. And me? Well, I’m probably a finger-painting. Done by a three-year-old. Without supervision.”

“He’s a sculpture. Painstakingly chiseled into perfection over the course of years, until arias could be written about his eyebrows, his cheekbones, the freaking shape of his nostrils. And me? Well, I’m probably a finger-painting. Done by a three-year-old. Without supervision.”

— Julie Johnson