I was influenced by the hippie movement in San Francisco and by the feminist movement, which had arrived in Paris.

How can you live the high life if you do not wear the high heels?

Perfume follows you; it chases you and lingers behind you. It's a reference mark. Perfume makes silence talk.

You can create fashion everywhere in the world, but the place where you are crowned is Paris.

Perfume is like a parenthesis, a moment of freedom, peace, love and sensuality in between the disturbances of modern living.

It doesn't matter one damn bit whether fashion is art or not. You don't question whether an incredible chef is an artist or not-his cakes are delicious and that's all that matters.

I don't like women who are multiform, who wear many different shapes. Women who retain a unique shape are usually unique people.

The essence of seduction for me in a man, although it stems from his rough, almost rough-neck looks, still contains something of the woman: he must be seductive and intelligent.

I think in the darkest moments, we need a break.

Being one step ahead of a fashion trend is not so important to me. What matters is to always forge ahead.

I was rather free, and I always did what I wanted to do, sometimes without listening to the people who warned me not to do this or that.

The more we grow in faith, the less we shall fear.

There's nothing wrong with Southern California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure.

Our histories cling to us. We are shaped by where we come from.

I love 'Last Friday Night' by Katy Perry almost as much as 'Karma Police', and if you want to straddle that line, you have to take the slings and arrows.

Television, as you know, can kind of jettison you into a whole new world.

The funniest things just come from honesty. We have a tendency to see female characters as representative of something larger than what they are, when male characters are just characters.

After all, the wrong is done. It is past and cannot be changed. We have only the present and the future upon which to move forward.

I can't listen to music while writing - any such distraction would have dreadful consequences.

You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

Until the day comes when the senseless killing ends, we will all have to fight like wildlife warriors to protect our precious planet.