What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.
One of my heroes is a composer named James Bernard, and oh my God. . . I can still listen to his music today and be stirred and moved by it. But I think that you fall in love with. . . Well, again, when you're young, it really is more powerful. Much more terrifying.