Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul - Randy L. Schmidt

Twas not my lips you kissed
But my soul

Să fii intodeauna o versiune de primă mână a propriei persoane, nu una de mâna a doua a altcuiva.

When a studio puts you under contract, its publicity department starts turning out news copy about you that you read with astonishment. You think, can this be me they’re talking about? They don’t really manufacture untruths, but they play up whatever makes interesting reading, and then a columnist adds his own little embellishments and another adds to that until there’s a whole body of so called ‘facts’ floating around — almost like another you — that simply isn’t real. It isn’t a lie, but it isn’t real, either.