I think Australians like a bit of vulgarity

I've found a more personal, pagan kind of religion to satisfy the spiritual side of things.

Rodents can come across as being quite vacant in the personality stakes

I'm currently in an interesting correspondence with a nun about forgiveness

The bullying was hideous and relentless, and we turned it round by making ourselves celebrities.

The English like eccentrics. They just don't like them living next door.

I didn't think of myself as a tart, but I wouldn't argue with anyone who did

However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything that goes with it, is quite a trauma.

The good thing about getting older is that, as you become less attractive, so you have less desire to go out and conquer everyone you see

Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.

The whole business of getting famous was good fun, but it was a long time ago.

The truth shall set your soul free.

If you’re looking for family entertainment, don’t study history or prehistory.

Someone told me that when they go to Vermont, they feel like they're home. I'm that way at Saks.

My deep relations with fashion started in Paris in 1980s, when I was appointed head of The Fashion History course at French Esmod fashion school, the biggest and the best in those years in Paris.

Research is of considerable importance in certain fields, such as science and history.

Lots of people support me and I forget. But sometimes things happen and I remember, and they say I encourage them, it makes me feel very happy.

The new Haitian baseball can't weigh more than four ounces or less than five.

Look at a man in the midst of doubt & danger and you will learn in his hour of adversity what he really is.

Like most North Americans, I'd been raised on the notion that milk is the first food, and everybody must like it because it's so good and so important for growing up and for being healthy.

Ash Wednesday is full of joy...The source of all sorrow is the illusion that of ourselves we are anything but dust.