I'm not a World War II buff. I know a little bit about it, I was taught the other side of the story in school, so it was unfamiliar to me, the idea of a German resistance, and yet it was considerable.
I hardly even leave my own house.
I'm relaxed naked as long as there is no one else there. I speed up past mirrors.
When it comes to casual clothing, my enthusiasm for clothes starts to waver.
If I ruled the world, every woman would have a Chanel suit in her wardrobe.
I used to think that prizes were damaging and divisive, until I got one, and now they seem sort of meaningful and important.