For one thing, I am still working as an adviser on fashion, design and colour and stuff.

The fashionable woman wears clothes. The clothes don't wear her.

Only paper flowers are afraid of the rain.

Risk it, go for it. Life always gives you another chance, another go at it. It's very important to take enormous risks.

Fashion is not frivolous. It is a part of being alive today.

Rules are invented for lazy people who don't want to think for themselves.

Fashion, as we knew it, is over; people wear now exactly what they feel like wearing.

Fashion is a tool... to compete in life outside the home. People like you better, without knowing why, because people always react well to a person they like the looks of.

Being young is greatly overestimated ... Any failure seems so total. Later on you realize you can have another go.

Fashion should be a game.

One of the things I've learned is never to horde ideas, because either they are not so relevant or they've gone stale. Whatever it is, pour it out.

As a person, I have a lot of different sides to me, and I genuinely just embrace them. I don't think, 'Oh, I gotta put on my cool face now!'

If people could walk around in suits of energy, that would be cool. Other than that, I don't think men should wear spandex.

Hillary Clinton doesn't know anything about my policy. I mean, she wouldn't know anything about it.

I know my own nation best. That's why I despise it the most. And know and love my own people, too, the swine. I'm a patriot. A dangerous man.

A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come.

As long as there's something original going on, that's all that matters.

I don't think any writer chooses what his or her work is called.

See how the light tenderly love the apricots, it takes them over completely, enters into their pulp, light them from all sides! But it is miserly with the peaches and light only one side of them.

We that change, hate change. And we that pass, love what abides. Ashes, darkness, dust.