If the accident of genes has put you in a place where you can be a role model, then be somebody!

We have to be able to grow up. Our wrinkles are our medals of the passage of life. They are what we have been through and who we want to be.

Fashion is what you're offered four times a year by designers. And style is what you choose.

I look at my first appointment book from 1965 and I get dizzy. I was constantly in a phone booth calling photographers.

Fashion is what others give you, style is what you give yourself

To be told we are loved is not enough. We must feel loved.

I became a specialist at comedic one-liners.

If you don't have passion, change.

We can be beautiful at all ages. Feminine beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, ways.

Without travel I would have wound up a little ignorant white Southern female, which was not my idea of a good life.

Fashion is what you're offered four times a year. Style is what you pick out of that fashion...

Mass production keeps the world divided between consumer and producer. Demassification of production may hasten the speed towards an era of prosumers.

I know that when I read the Bible, my life is transformed. I think differently. I act differently. I talk differently.

It's important for people to realize I don't want to be the It guy. I want to crawl before I walk. I want to learn about things before I jump into them.

If you stay on the air for 18 years, people know you.

There's no reason to stereotype yourself. Doing math is like going to the gym - it's a workout for your brain and it makes you smarter.

Sometimes it's good to contrast what you like with something else. It makes you appreciate it even more.

I enjoyed my grandparents very much. My mother and father would always allow me to stay with them.

Never let something important become urgent

There's always been this strand of filmmaking in Britain which is like socialist neo-realism. That's always been there. I've never been part of that, really; I've been much closer to fantasy.

Late at night when the wind is still I'll come flying through your door, And you'll know what love is for. I am a bluebird, I'm a bluebird...