I'm like a tourist when I'm in London.

How awful to be a perfect beauty! How confusing! God. Can you imagine?

Fear has been my biggest friend. Fear of the unknown. Whenever I've been afraid, I've been very self-protective.

I am concerned about ageism and the loss of beauty - the perception that as you grow older, you 'lose your looks,' which I think is diabolical.

I have previously been a very enthusiastic consumer, and I didn't think about the origins of garments enough.

I take my mentoring responsibilities very seriously.

I would say I live half in New York and half in Claridge's. How decadent! How hysterical!

Rejection is, of course, part of any successful model's career, as ironic as that sounds. It's how you pick yourself up and get on with the job.

I am selective. If I do splash out, it's an investment, and I wear things for years.

Growing up, I had an insane crush on Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys.

I have a regular cleansing, toning and moisturising routine.

To enjoy the magnificence of life, keep love blooming in your heart just like flowers bloom in your garden.

We cherish reprobates, not for their cruelty, but for their little show of patronage.

You can only learn to paint by drawing, for drawing is a way of reserving a place for color in advance.

Maybe crying is a means of cleaning yourself out emotionally. Or maybe it's your last resort; the only way to express yourself when words fail, the same as when you were a baby and had no words.

You can't have an industrial revolution, you can't have democracies, you can't have populations who can govern themselves until you have literacy. The printing press simply unlocked literacy.

Art seems to me to be above all a state of soul.

Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.

I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do.

Having grown up in Oklahoma when it was one of the last states which prohibited liquor, I grew up with War On Drugs, where every teenager knew who the bootleggers were