You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand.
I told you. You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.
Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?
I drew a lot of inspiration from the Ginuwines, the Ushers, the Michael Jacksons, the James Browns, Sam Cooke.
I still love Carson McCullers and Raymond Carver and Toni Morrison and James Baldwin.
Brent Celek is a heck of a blocker, James Casey is a heck of a blocker.
Queerness isn't just Lady Gaga and overpriced drinks and fauxhawks. It's James Baldwin and Bea Arthur and Gertrude Stein and Gore Vidal.
And it's impossible for me to read Henry James.
The sudden death at 51 of James Gandolfini is intolerable.
James Dean was always a tortured soul.
I'm not James Dean. And no one else is, either.
When I grew into a teenager, I became obsessed with Marlon Brando, Montgomery Cliff, and James Dean.
My obsession with James Franco borders on the unhealthy.
I was always a big James Franco fan.
If you word-spot James Joyce, you'll miss the entire experience.
I write heavily under the influence of James Taylor.
I was LeBron James before LeBron James.
There are very few LeBron James and Kobe Bryants.
The nearest we have to a Henry James or an Edith Wharton of the East Coast's Wasp upper classes.
