It is strange, is it not, how a person can adore one's soul so much that they adore one's body also?

People are much more interesting than people realise.

I can remember picking up weighty tomes on the history of science and the history of philosophy and reading those when I was small.

I strike up conversations all the time and it is very interesting, finding out about things I know nothing about.

I have always believed that the material world is governed by nonmaterial sources, so that in that sense 'English Music' is an exercise in the spiritual as well as the material. I have always been attracted to the Gothic and spiritual imagination, and I've always been interested in visionaries.

London' is a gallery of sensation of impressions. It is a history of London in a thematic rather than a chronological sense with chapters of the history of smells, the history of silence, and the history of light. I have described the book as a labyrinth, and in that sense in complements my description of London itself.

I am in the Pitte, but I have gone so deep that I can see the brightness of the Starres at Noon.