I don't consider myself a heartthrob in any way. I'm just pinching myself. I'm truly fortunate to be a part of this whole process.
Whether we force the man's property from him by pinching his stomach, or pinching his fingers, makes some difference anatomically; morally, none whatsoever.
I just keep painting till I feel like pinching. Then I know it's right.
I just keep pinching myself that that's my wife.
I was happy, I wasnt beaten, and I lacked nothing. But it wasnt what people expect - it was very much sort of pinching and scraping. I dont know how my mother did it.
