The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.
A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
And I also know that pain can seem like an endless ribbon. You pull it and you pull it. You keep gathering it toward you, and as it collects, you really can't believe that there's something else at the end of it. Something that isn't just more pain. But there's always something else at the end; something at least a little different. You never know what that thing will be, but it's there.
I'm a total stationery fiend - I have drawers and drawers of lovely printed cards and wrapping paper.
For me, the most indispensable tool for wrapping presents is a wife.
I just always wear bows. I always love bows, and it's always been my thing.
A long white ribbon shot out of the crack in the wall. The ribbon just kept coming, weaving itself into some kind of shape next to Anubis, and my first thought was, My god, he’s got a magic roll of toilet paper.
