Before even the technique, there is a dream. Chanel had it. The dream is everything.

Blue jeans are the most beautiful things since the gondola.

The only real elegance is in the mind; if you've got that, the rest really comes from it.

You don't have to be born beautiful to be wildly attractive.

The bikini is the most important thing since the atom bomb.

The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell - unquestionably. You just couldn't take a bad picture of those two old girls

There's only one very good life and that's the life you know you want and you make it yourself.

A world without leopards, well, who would want to live in it?

Red is the great clarifier - bright and revealing. I can't imagine becoming bored with red - it would be like becoming bored with the person you love.

You're not supposed to give people what they want, you're supposed to give them what they don't know that they want yet.

The first thing to do is to arrange to be born in Paris. After that, everything follows quite naturally.

All the successful personalities had one common element, they all liked reading books.

It felt good to sit around and agree, to have a common enemy and a shared struggle. It felt good to be understood.

A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.

An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."

I'm proud of most of the stuff I've put out and I hope my kids will look at it long after I'm gone and go, "hey, Daddy was cool once!"

While I love the medium, I've always been skeptical about the value of blogs as businesses.

It usually takes me at least ten days and a number of snacks to go from feeling something to being able to articulate what I felt.

And in most highly academic environments in the United States, no one fails anything.

But it seemed to me that the American way of doing things was to obliterate a complete area, without really knowing exactly what was there and where they were.

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.