I went to this tattoo parlor in the East Village and I got an outline of a violin on my lower back. They call them tramp stamps now.
I have a maple leaf tattoo over my heart, quite literally, and my two favorite things on Earth are being in Canada and making movies.
At the end of the day, the Lord knows I have no malice in my heart. But I've got tattoos, and I still fornicate.
I see so many tattoos of my stuff on people - tattoos of my book covers, tattoos of quotes. . . it's kind of daunting sometimes.
I know people say 'what about when you're old and you're covered in tattoos?' - so what. Anyway, in time to come everyone will have them and it will be all the trend, won't it? 'Cuz you don't know how the times are gonna change.
I got more than a thing for you, tattoo wit a ink for you right over my heart girl, I'll do the unthinkable.
She was clean": no piercings, tattoos, or scarifications. All the kids were now. And who could blame them, Alex thought, after watching three generations of flaccid tattoos droop like moth-eaten upholstery over poorly stuffed biceps and saggy asses?
The tattoo has a profound meaning: the superficiality of modern man's existence.
People are proud of their tattoos. It's like a modern coat of arms.
I feel like if I were to get another tattoo, it would probably be those two words. Just stubborn, stubborn, stubborn gladness.
Every year I make a plan. I do it. It will be done.
I'm celebrating my love for you with a pint of beer and a new tattoo
Even though she saw tattoos everywhere, they continued to fascinate her. How bizarre to be branded like a box of cereal. Didn't people mind being counted as just one more product on a shelf? There had to be more to a person than that.
Your tattoos are supposed to be some connection to your personality. That's a lot more important than going in and just picking one off a wall. I've never understood why people get butterflies tattooed on their bottoms or whatever. That's really weird.
Tattoos are so widespread, so ugly and so very, very permanent. You can, in theory, have them removed - but a large chunk of your living flesh will go with it.
God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.
My first tattoo is a full-on Sailor Jerry situation on my hip - it's a swallow with big spread wings. When I got it I was 20 on St. Mark's Place in New York; I just walked in in a frenzy. It's still there 17 years later and it's not a terrible thing to look at.
Connor smiles with mocking warmth at him, and glances at the tattoo on his wrist. "I like your dolphin.
It's all too much and not enough at the same time.
One person's tattoo is nobody else's business