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There’s something very appealing about metal that’s handled in such a way that it looks delicate, fragile, or ethereal.

I am very, very afraid of fire. Very, very afraid of it and very, very — o so very — compelled by it.

Red’s not my favourite, it must be said, altho’ I appreciate that it stands for kisses and communism and a vast spectrum of things in between.
The backbone of the backbone.