I am ugly, Uncle. There is no other way to put it. But that does not mean I am without pride, without
joy, without the same entitlement to feel deserving of love from those not obligated by blood to give
it. I may be ugly, but I can hardly imagine a reason to act like it. — Brian McGreevy
If Roman Godfrey was a riddle, Shelley was the epic fornication of mystery and enigma — Brian McGreevy