"Something stirred beneath my skin,
some being inside I'd only suspected existed,
demon or angel, I couldn't say.”
-- Ellen Hopkins, Burned
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“Tattoos, after all, are a passionate,
usually doomed assertion of
mastery of your own destiny,
or at least a defiant embrace of one that you cannot control."
-- Mark Simpson,
Saint Morrissey: A Portrait of This Charming Man by an Alarming Fan
"Ink, a Drug."
-- Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister
