I have set up several businesses as social businesses, and I am a great believer that the power of business should be used for good.

I was of the type who gets bullied rather than the one who does the bullying, which I'm glad about. I'd rather be that than a bully.

Giving triggers social cohesion. It's also the basis for an economy not based on money.

It's hard to appreciate the importance of the rainforest because it seems so far away, but it's vital to the survival of the planet as we know it.

I would like better colouration of my legs, like a little less of that English mottled purple thing that makes it necessary to wear tights all the time.

Don't overpluck your eyebrows. A make-up artist told me this once, and I've always remembered it.

I don't believe there's an afterlife - but I don't believe there's an end to life. Consciousness goes beyond the bounds of your body.

Talent is crucial. It needs to be driven by motivation, but blind ambition isn't the key.

I kind of see clothes a bit like role-playing, depending what mood I'm in.

There's an inherent contradiction between appreciating the beauty of clothes and creativity and individuality, and the waste around the ideas of trends and seasons.

It doesn't make me very happy to be on my computer all the time. I've never been drawn to that world.

But what I knew then was that nobody-not even my mother-was to be trusted in a strange world that showed very little of itself in the surface.

What gets a steer from 80 to 1100 pounds in fourteen months is tremendous quantities of corn, protein and fat supplements, and an arsenal of new drugs.

The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order - for meaning.

You look at what Vladimir Putin is doing with President Obama. He's, like, toying with him. He's toying with him.

For before this I was born once a boy, and a maiden, and a plant, and a bird, and a darting fish in the sea.

I've always loved books. My mother told me that before I could talk, I'd babble in my crib as I turned the pages of my little cloth books, apparently telling stories to go along with the pictures.

In war I would deal with the Devil and his grandmother

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

All flights are fuelled with Leprechaun wee and my bullshit!

There must be a reason why some people can afford to live well. They must have worked for it. I only feel angry when I see waste. When I see people throwing away things we could use.