““So, somebody asked me the other day what’s my type is, right? I actually prefer to be a little intellectually intimidated by the woman I love…. I want her sharp. I want her cunning. I want to look at her across the room and think, she is out of my league in ways I don't even understand yet. I want to look into her eyes and feel utterly outmatched. The kind of intellect that strips you bare, leaves you bleeding in the poetry of your own fucking ignorance.””
