I am much more radical in my beliefs than my products represent me to be.

True elegance is for me the manifestation of an independent mind.

But my mother loved The Elephant Man, and my father gave David Lynch a scholarship to study in Rome.

If we are completely honest with ourselves, everyone has a dark side to their personalities.

From the time I was a child I wanted to be like my mother. Not necessarily an actress - I never dreamed I'd have the courage. But an active, volatile woman like she was.

I believe in a set of values I cannot live by.

A lot of the advertisement is done by saying: first of all, have a complex about who you are.

These same people seem to forget that mother also took a lot of chances with the type of roles she played.

The reason of my life is not to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

To me, it is very important to have perfume in which it is hard to recognize a particular flower or scent. That gives a touch of mystery.

Although Dorothy in Blue Velvet was humiliated and hurt by men, basically I could react to how she felt.

You should step in my shoesWalk for a whileand maybe you will see how hard it isto hold back the tears and fake a smile

The remarkable thing is, we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.

My God is not a religious God. My God is nature, my God is everything there is. That's God. Everything is God. I'm a child of that.

To me, the piano in itself is an orchestra.

Concentrate on your money. Try to hold your paper. It takes money to make money, so save your money, opportunites come.

When I was a kid I respected authority, then as a teenager I gave none; in middle age I expected it; now in old age I live by the word.

It's unnecessary and destructive to think of oneself at all. People ask me, 'What do you think of yourself as?' My answer is, 'Nothing.

God has appointed us captains of this our bodily fort, which, without treason to that majesty, are never to be delivered over till they are demanded.

We all drew on the comfort which is given out by the major works of Mozart, which is as real and material as the warmth given up by a glass of brandy.

One of the few things a person is willing to pay for and not get.