I'm not trying to be the next Joan Rivers.

I equate peonies with love because they're the first blooms of summer.

Remember this: No one is looking at your imperfections; they're all too busy worrying about their own.

The last thing I want to become is one of those talking heads where everything is satiny smooth and you know what the next question is going to be

I'm all about exuberance. We only have one short life to live, and we shouldn't waste it being tasteful.

A mutt is couture-it's the only one like it in the world, made especially for you.

Most of my life I was occupied with American television and American food. My ethnicity was my choice. It still is

There's no reason for unhappiness if you're living with nice design.

All I want are high heels, high heels. If I was a girl, I'd wear a lot of high heels. High, stiletto heels.

This is what I like about being a designer: You can't really get it until you see it.

Style makes you feel great because it takes your mind off the fact that you're going to die.

The entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.

We ought to live heaven on earth, clean environment, the beauty of blissful realms.

A scientist does not have hope, sir. Hope is what a man has in the absence of answers, and once he does empirical experimentation, he replaces hope with knowledge and disappointment.

Though I no longer presumed to have a conscience, I have never once lacked feelings.

Our very lives are dependent, for sustenance, on the sweat and sacrifice of the campesinos. Children of farm workers should be as proud of their parents' professions as other children are of theirs.

There has been no electricity in Baghdad for a week and the people are angry. You would be angry too if you couldn't watch your brand new stolen TV.

I can't stand callow amateurs who aren't sufficiently interested in the craft of advertising to assume the posture of students.

I think that's what makes a good rapper. Somebody who wants to push themselves and their audience further.

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.