IN MY NERVOUSNESS FOR THIS SPEECH AND MY MOMENTS OF DOUBT, I'VE TOLD MYSELF FIRMLY, 'IF NOT ME, WHO? IF NOT NOW, WHEN?'

WE ARE STRUGGLING FOR A UNITING WORD BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT WE HAVE A UNITING MOVEMENT.

Harry Potter's like Santa Clause: something you can't see but wish was real so badly that you end up believing in it.

When I started dating I had this kind of Romeo and Juliet, fateful, romantic idea about love. It was almost that you were a victim - that there was a lot of pain involved and that was how it should be. Shakespeare said the course of true love never did run smooth and I had a sense it had to be painful. It was such a revelation to realise it shouldn't be that way and you get to choose who you love and who you give your heart to.

We had fun just messing around and being awkward like they would be awkward. There's always that stage in a friendship when you wonder whether it could be more.

There's nothing interesting about looking perfect—you lose the point. You want what you're wearing to say something about you, about who you are.

Don’t think I’m going off to find myself though. I already know who I am.