(on being recognised in public) I think I am just too short, I don’t get recognised. We have had this discussion, Matt is taller than me and has quite a distinctive walk.
All at once [Enjolras] threw back his head, his blond locks fell back like those of an angel on the sombre quadriga made of stars, they were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of an halo.
- Victor Hugo, Les Miserables.
Aka leader of the Enjolras Appreciation Club. (via atethecanary)