If I have done anything, it is to make ugly appealing.

What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today, when human contacts are so quick. Fashion is instant language.

Women always try to tame themselves as they get older, but the ones who look best are often a bit wilder.

You cannot do something just for the money. You have to do things you believe in and eventually you will make money.

Ugly is attractive, ugly is exciting. Maybe because it is newer. The investigation of ugliness is, to me, more interesting than the bourgeois idea of beauty. And why? Because ugly is human.

I always wanted to be different. I always wanted to be first.

What you wear represents you to the world, especially now, when communication between people is so fast. Fashion is a universal language that everyone understands.

You have to embrace the world if you want to live in it now.

What interests me most is when a work of art is no longer just an object, but also touches reality and life.

I always loved aesthetics. Not particularly fashion, but an idea of beauty.

Daring to wear something different takes effort.

Behind every successful man is a surprised woman!

If I am right Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay If I am wrong O teach my heart To find that better way!

The only animals I'm not comfortable with are parrots, but I'm learning as I go. I'm getting better and better at 'em. I really am.

The drug war is a holocaust in slow motion.

If you're going to write, write one poem all your life, let nobody read it, and then burn it. This is very young thinking, I confess, but it is the seminal part of my life.

Generosity, to be perfect, should always be accompanied by a dash of humor.

Authentic gratitude is much more rare and precious than expressions of gratitude which are often empty courtesies or simply tactical ploys to encourage further gifts or kindnesses.

"What a joke: Tiny living entities crawling on a little planet and are thinking, "I am Great". "

Sin is dark and loves the dark, still hides from itself in gloom, and in the darkest hell is still itself the darkest hell and the severest woe.

You think that adulthood will hit and you'll suddenly be more capable. But that doesn't happen, ever, does it?