I don't understand "The Little World of the Past" [a reference to the title of the book by Antonio Fogazzaro] that is destined to die.

I don't like fashionistas. They only wear the brand. You want to become a fashionista? Easy! Spend money.

Giving back is the new luxury.

My view is not just to find young talents, it's to support them too.

Bloggers now have no concept. They are given things; they put them on, take pictures, and then just disappear from sight. Who cares?

Fashion is a mirror of the era in which we live. Why should the magazine be disconnected from reality? It's not like in the past.

I feel what is in the air. I go with my instinct.

Think of Instagram. Journalism will continue to exist, but communication is now visual.

Today it's normal. Photos used to be a support to the text, but we turned things around, reducing the words to a minimum.

Social media are fundamental to communicate and understand what happens in the world. It's a point of view and an immediate commentary.

Vogue is not a practical magazine, it provides sensations, feeling, moods, you like the photos.

I doubt love can do little else, if it cannot bring back people back from the dead.

The outer expression of a person often reflects the inner perception and deeper beliefs.

We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued and they must be defeated.

I've done a few special effects movies in my life, so I've gotten that out of my system.

Do not be grand. Try to get the ordinary into your writing - breakfast tables rather than the solar system; Middletown today, not Mankind through the ages.

Sanctification is the outcome and inseparable consequence of regeneration. He who is born again and made a new creature receives a new nature and a new principle and always lives a new life.

I want to see people using Perl to glue things together creatively, not just technically but also socially.

Poetry is the sister of Sorrow. Every man that suffers and weeps is a poet; every tear is a verse, and every heart a poem.

Thinking isn't agreeing or disagreeing. That's voting.

Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.