I still think of my mum as being kind of a dork - a cooler one, but still a dork.

I wouldn't even have braces on my teeth. I think they are horrible and this idea that everyone should conform and be perfect is ridiculous.

I love to shop vintage clothes; in London, I usually go to Relic and Alfie's Market. I usually brunch around London Bridge, where I live.

Drink lots of water, get lots of sleep, and take vitamin C!

Round, cat-eye frames, wayfarers, and aviators are my go-tos.

I didn't want to miss out on my education to model. I can't do just modeling.

I like to do a face steam, so, heat up a flannel, press it onto your face and then press a cold one on afterwards to close the pores. It's inexpensive!

Even when my parents were together, they both had to travel and work, and it wasn't like they had nine-to-five jobs. In that way, it wasn't a normal family life.

I think music influences fashion and has done so for generations.

I really never thought about the way I looked until boys came into the picture.

I really like doing portraits, but I like taking pictures of things that are natural, like scenery, too.

God has given me a lifeboat and said... 'Moody save all you can

His smile was the nightmare in my back pocket.(Speaking about Ronald Reagan)

Just what I predicted, ” he smiled. “Run, little sheep. Run. For soon, the big bad wolf will have you right where you belong, ” Crispin whispered as he manifested out of the school.~Crispin~

To the untrue man, the whole universe is false--it is impalpable--it shrinks to nothing within his grasp.

This, then, is true liberty: the joy that comes in doing what is right. At the same time, it is also devoted service in obedience to righteous precept.

I would rather be a poor man in a rich country than a rich man in a poor country.

I ascend from darkness And depart on the winds of space for I know not where; My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair.

I want you to know you're in my heart... growing into a beautiful garden.

Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.

The ego is like too many dark clouds around the sun - the sun gets lost