"Anyway, as Frank finished his piece, a beautiful entry
bench/hall tree for coats and all that, I could see that he was
satisfied with it. He gave a sort of smug smile to himself that he
thought I didn't catch. It was beautiful and he is very skilled.
Moreover he puts love and himself into everything he makes, a real
craftsman. As we both oooh'd and ahhh'd over it and ran our fingers
over it I asked him, 'So, Frank, how much you gonna sell this
bad-boy for?' Frank just smiled. 'I'm not selling this, I can't.
You know, it's too much of me, to much soul, too much devotion. I
could never sell this, I'd either keep it for myself or give it to
someone I loved.'"