Oh we battled. Dad would beat me every time. I don't think I ever beat my dad in 1-on-1. I'd cry in… — Caris LeVert Copy Share Image
And so I beat him and beat him until he kissed me. And then I kept on beating him until he did… — Loretta Chase Copy Share Image
“Art was Picasso’s heart. And it kept on beating for him from his birth to his death.” — Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu Copy Share Image
