I was born in 1991, and Harry Potter came out in 97, so, you know, I was really obsessed. I used to read them in one night.

There was no normal. There never had been. "Normal" and "natural" were the biggest lies we'd ever created.

My father thought I would lead a simple life; that I was bright but unambitious, complacant with whatever work life threw at me. My father, as usual, was wrong.

Knowledge is dangerous. Once you know something, you can't get rid of it. You have to carry it. Always.

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.

I don't know. I just want you with me. I had never said those words aloud. Now that I could taste my freedom I wanted him to share it with me. But he couldn't change his life for me. And I couldn't sacrifice my life to be with him

I fell even more deeply in love with Tolkiens legendarium after studying Old English literature at uni, as I got a sense of the historical events and cultures that Tolkien used to create his world. My favourite of his imaginary locations is Lothlorien.