The only portrait that really matters is the one they put on the ten pound note. When they take that one, you understand all you are, my dear, is currency.
Beauty is clothing.
You know at school you do tenses? There's the past, the present, future. Well here, there is only one tense. There is no future. The past and the present are the same thing.
You know, the dust in this house...Almost certainly contains the dead skin of every person who's ever stayed in it. This was once queen Victoria's room. So it will have her skin floating in the air.
You'll be in the world, in some pub. Laughing. And I will be in a field full of fucking landmines. So stand very still and smile a lot.
Their lenses are more like microscopes, actually. And I am the insect in the dish. You see, they're pulling my wings and my legs off. One by one. Making notes on how I react.
The thing is, Diana, there has to be two of you.You... there's... there's two of me, there's two of father, two of everyone. There's the real one, and the one they take pictures of. Now, we are given tasks. You know, I...I hated to shoot at first. I gave my gun to the other one,but...But you know, you have to be able to make youn" body do things...You hate. For the good of the country. Because they don't want usto be people. That's how it is.
If you are going to fly anywhere, may I recommend Kensington? They wouldn't shoot you there. They'd make a fuss of your beautiful feathers. Look at the colours, they'd say. And everyone would start wearing feathers just like yours.
I've been imagining how they'll write about me in a thousand years. If you're royal, the more time that passes, the fewer words they use to describe you. William: "The conqueror." Elizabeth: "The virgin." Diana...If I ever do become queen, what will I be? Insane?
I don't usually do the getting-weighed thing. I'm halfjewellery, anyway. That's what I always say. I'm not, though.
His royal highness kept saying he was cold. Instead of heating...They've dressed you up like Winston Churchill.
"Oh death rock me to sleep
bring me to quiet rest
let pass my weary,
guiltless ghost out of my careful breast."