You're always running into people's unconscious.

There are certain people who elicit a really passionate response. It's crazy. That's my Alexander Wang theory.

I was a worshipper of the foolhardy and the melodramatic, a dreamer and a moper, raging at life and loving it, a mind in a chrysalis yet erupting with sudden bursts of maturity.

You are like a hurricane, there's calm in your eyes, and I'm getting blown away.

It is the calm, forgiving, equable, well-balanced mind that does the greatest amount of work.

The English are loth to express their feelings, but in my stall in the choir I could feel the pent-up, passionate emotion, and also the fear of the congregation, not of death or wounds or material loss, but of defeat and the final ruin of Britain.