If you change a woman's look, you change her persona.

I don't like perfection - I think it's dangerous. There is nothing after perfection.

A fragrance is a veritable story, told and explained in scent, in notes, in impressions. It's a score based on the emotions of each instant, a captivating music of the senses.

Run away from laziness; work hard. Touch intuition and listen to the heart, not marketing directors. Dream.

Elegant is not what you wear, and it's not about how you wear it, but it's more about who you are.

Fashion is not about before, it’s not about after, it’s about now

When a woman's clothes are in harmony with her emotions, she shines from within.

Pure, intense emotions. It's not about design. It's about feelings.

It was not the story of design or clothes, it was the fantasy of women that made me want to work in fashion.

Fashion is like a fruit, you couldn't eat it a day before and you can't eat it a day after; it's just about today

My dream is to be a doctor. I'm almost working in a laboratory, because I'm trying new techniques, new directions and fabrics, new weaving.

The moment you feel you have to prove your worth to someone is the moment to absolutely and utterly walk away.

No human beings are more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.

There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.

Because he (the Sage) demands no honor, he will never be dishonored.

Today something interesting happened. I died.

These days, our senses are bombarded with aggression. We are constantly confronted with global images of unending, escalating war and violence.

Itch to read, scratch to understand.

Sometimes when you walk onto a set, there are very clear delineations. The crew don't talk to the actors and I hate all that. Everyone is the same to me and I always treat everyone in the same way.

O that the gods would bring to a miserable end such fictitious, crazy, deformed labours, with which the minds of the studious are blinded!