Intense Fascination Quotes

I love photography. And I just eat it up. I feel like I'm an encyclopedia, you know, inside.

I still am a geek, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I see no shame in having an unhealthy obsession with something.

You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person.

The passion for playing Chess is one of the most unaccountable in the world

The frenzy of the little-girl culture is something very unique, and I can only say that because I was one. The obsession - I can't really explain it. Everything is heightened to the maximum.

My fans go crazy over jaw clenches. They also love hand veins... they're infatuated with hands in general.

When I wrote 'The Shadow Thief,' I had an obsession with Peter Pan. I get focused on things. In fact, I was an absolute horror to live with at that stage. I had a big fight with my mum because I wanted her to change the windows so Peter Pan could visit me.

It's hard for me to fall in love with a piece of material enough to want to direct it.

I was obsessed with Jeff Buckley for a while - I was convinced that Jeff Buckley and I were communicating with each other through time.

Growing up I was always prone to obsession, partly because of the way I am, but partly because after feeling so lonely for such a long time, when I found someone or something that I liked, I felt helplessly drawn to it. I suppose that accounts for some of the creepiness in my music.

I have a short attention span, so I go through short nerd-out phases.

I didn't just grow up with horses; I wanted to be one.

And in a way, that's been a help to me, because I take great passions for a particular poet - sometimes it lasts for many years, sometimes only for a while. This happens to everybody.

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

Music kind of kidnapped me for a while.

When Eleanor's arm touched his he felt his hands grow cold with deadly fear lest he should lose the shadow brush with which his imagination was painting wonders of her. He watched her from the corners of his eyes as ever he did when he walked with her-- she was a feast and a folly and he wished it had been his destiny to sit forever on a haystack and see life through her green eyes.