stop living in the shadow of a helicopter. | i want to go to there. | what do we say to the god of death? not today. | allons-y! | suddenly i'm mr. sex. | put that in your pipe and smoke it! | tonight's the night. | she's fabulous, but she's evil. | that's all i have to say about that. |
Élisabeth Vigée-Lebrun, Woman’s Head, 1780