I do love New York. But I'm a Londoner at heart.

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.

Now I'm being blamed not only for anorexia but for lung cancer.

If I'm going dancing, then I wear the highest heels with the shortest dress.

It sounds really corny but I think that if you're beautiful inside it shows on the outside, for sure.

It's kind of rebellious to be yourself.

I want to live my life in a way that when I get really old, I look back at my life and say: aaah I lived it, not survived it.

I was a scapegoat. The media had to put responsibility on somebody, and I was chosen. They felt free to say that because someone was thin they were anorexic, which is ridiculous.

What people say isn't going to stop me. I have to do things for myself.

I'll never forget that show season. It was completely mad. I was staying between Christy and Naomi's rooms and it was all limos and the Ritz Hotel and all that kind of business.

Just remember that, ultimately, dressing is always about attitude, feeling comfortable and confidence

The cunning tempter, by avoiding the grossness of vice, often silences objections.

If we belong to Christ, Satan has no right to exercise authority over us, but he hopes we're too ignorant regarding Scripture to know it.

There are a lot of theories about Shakespeare.

Once the forest has been removed and the swamp starts being drained, that organic matter begins to oxidise and give off continuing emissions. It's sort of like the goose that keeps on giving.

It's hard to read real fiction. It takes time. It takes a sustained attention.

Man is as full of potential as he is of importance.

The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.

Sometimes I feel like people don't even know how to react in some situations because of online culture. Since many things are online, you might not react to something that is happening live.

None so empty of grace as he that thinks he is full.

As I observe my daily life and that of others, I have come to the conclusion that genuine joy is a potent mixture of harsh reality, and the realization that life can be funny.