I hate nostalgia. Today is always better than yesterday.

Love is what makes me live, quite simply. It's the only thing that makes me work. It made me become what I am today.

I won't make a mark on history. I have some importance in the time we live in, but that's all.

Chanel liberated women: Saint Laurent gave them power.

Yves Saint Laurent hated fashion. He loved style.

There's nothing that really motivates me anymore and demands that I get up in the morning. In the past it was Yves Saint Laurent.

I am faithful up to the point of death. It's the only thing I respect. I never abandon anyone. I'm not talking about sexual relations. I'm faithful in my friendship, my admiration.

A collection is like a dinner party. It is made up of the people you invite, but also the people you don't.

On my own account I certainly wouldn't have become the director of a couture house. I didn't have sufficient admiration for fashion as such to have done so.

Loving dogs is a question of anthropomorphism. We become attached to dogs because of the feelings we project on them.

When journalists come to interview me, it's a part of my life that is exhibited, as if pieces of clothing are being taken off one by one. But it's not very important really.

I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching.

Though I can make a friend in an hour, it will take a lifetime to cultivate a friendship.

I'm alone and nobody is in the mirror

Yes, you live with your feet in the mud and there's no time to be thinking about how you got in or how you're going to get out.

I'm a big fan of the young 1950s Elvis when he would just go onstage and control the whole environment.

As with ships, so with men; he who turns his back to his foe gives him an advantage.

I think admitting youre an addict is the first step towards recovery.

Most of us are referees at heart; we like to call throws and errors on someone else.

Literature is always trying to show other parts of this immense universe in which we live. It's endless. I'm sure there will be other writers who will discover new worlds.

Come on now! You kick out the gooks, the next thing you know, you have to kick out the chinks, the spicks, the spooks, the kikes and all that's going to be left is a couple of brain-dead rednecks.