A collection is like a dinner party. It is made up of the people you invite, but also the people you don't.

Love is what makes me live, quite simply. It's the only thing that makes me work. It made me become what I am today.

I won't make a mark on history. I have some importance in the time we live in, but that's all.

Chanel liberated women: Saint Laurent gave them power.

Yves Saint Laurent hated fashion. He loved style.

There's nothing that really motivates me anymore and demands that I get up in the morning. In the past it was Yves Saint Laurent.

I hate nostalgia. Today is always better than yesterday.

I am faithful up to the point of death. It's the only thing I respect. I never abandon anyone. I'm not talking about sexual relations. I'm faithful in my friendship, my admiration.

On my own account I certainly wouldn't have become the director of a couture house. I didn't have sufficient admiration for fashion as such to have done so.

Loving dogs is a question of anthropomorphism. We become attached to dogs because of the feelings we project on them.

When journalists come to interview me, it's a part of my life that is exhibited, as if pieces of clothing are being taken off one by one. But it's not very important really.

The greatest untold story is the evolution of God.

All that time I thought she was my future, I was wrong. She wasn't my future at all. She was the door to my future. But I'm through that door now, and ready to close it behind me.

Why do I write?To be somewhere elseTo get free of ourselvesTo stopTo stop being anything or anywhere at allTo disappear

A fat house-keeper makes leane Executors. [A fat housekeeper makes lean executors.]

For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.

I used to watch every episode of 'Justice League,' I went to all the movies, I had the Superman lunchbox. I was enamored with animation in general and always wanted to somehow be a part of it.

We are becoming the servants in thought, as in action of the machine we have created to serve us.

I think there's a certain limit to the number of times you can raise hairs on the back of peoples' heads before it gets kind of saccharin.

Happiness is a by product of service.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.