I Hate The Idea Of Making Any

Fragrance Takes You On A Journey Of Time. You Can Walk Down The Street And Pass Someone And Get Taken Back 20 Years. It's Very Proustian That Way.

As I Got Older I Looked At The World And I Realised, We Need Armour. So My Jewellery And Clothes Became My Armour

I Know Sometimes I Can Come Off Like A Lonely Spinster In A Tower. That's Not Me At All.

My Basic Mathematics Is Rather Weak, So When Some Of The Theories Are Broken Into Equations, I Get Rather Lost.

I Hate The Idea Of Making Any Of My Children Into A Mini-me. That Would Be Terrible.