"I was born in Paris, and it’s a beautiful place, but London feels like home. I like the village feeling, I like running in the parks - even the food isn’t as bad as it used to be.”
"Great lovers lie in hell, the poet says. Even now, long afterwards, I cannot destroy the images. They remain within me like the yearnings of an addict. I need only hear certain words, see certain gestures, and my thoughts begin to tumble. I despise myself for thinking of her. Even if she were dead, I would feel the same. Her existence blackens my life." - James Salter, A Sport and a Pastime
Easily the prettiest picture ever of Emma Watson.