I have to say that I reject somewhat the distinction between something called art and something called public art. I think all art demands and desires to be seen.
Sorry' he said. 'No, I'm sorry. ' 'What are you sorry for?' 'Rattling on like a mad old cow. I'm sorry, I'm tired, bad day, and I'm sorry for being so. . . boring. ' 'You're not that boring. ' 'I am, Dex. God, I swear I bore myself. ' 'Well, you don't bore me. ' He took her hand in his. 'You could never bore me. You're one in a million, Em.