It is all about technique. The great mistake of this century is to put inspiration and creativity first.

My clothes have a story. They have an identity. They have a character and a purpose. That's why they become classics. Because they keep on telling a story. They are still telling it.

You have a more interesting life if you wear impressive clothes.

The fight is no longer between the classes or between rich and poor but between the idiots and the eco-conscious.

Buy less. Choose well. Make it last. Quality, not quantity. Everybody's buying far too many clothes.

Fashion is very important. It is life-enhancing and, like everything that gives pleasure, it is worth doing well.

It is extremely difficult to say how long the process actually took to finally achieve my fragrance, Boudoir, because there was a lot of time waiting around for other people.

I'm not trying to do something different, I'm trying to do the same thing but in a different way

I am attracted to people who make this effort in knowing what suits them - they are individual and stylish.

Buy less, choose well: that's the maxim. Quality not quantity. That's the most environmentally friendly thing you can do.

The sexiest people are thinkers. Nobody's interested in somebody who's just vain with a hole in their head, talking about the latest thing - there is no latest thing. It's all rubbish.

Love is the key to all human hearts.

At the end of the day, if pride is your greatest strength, turn it into vanity.

The famous pilot season literally sends shivers down my spine.

The problem for all women is we're identified by how we look instead of by our heads and our hearts.

It is easier for a libertarian to attack the science of global warming than to alter one's core libertarian beliefs.

That is our larger destiny: to allow the Earth to organize in a new way, in a manner impossible all the billions of years prior to humanity

Knowing there is a structure, hidden or felt, to the random gives pleasure.

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

Rage filled me at her words - cold, black, unending rage. Whatever happened to me, Mab would not hurt my sister again. She would not.

In hindsight, I realized I could see into the future. Which is kind of like having premonitions of flashbacks.