My family was too serious. They didn't take care of me - it was a very serious and severe life. Not severe in a bad way; just boring - like totally neutral. I felt no emotion.

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.

Roots never get the appreciation that a flower does, but that doesn’t make them envious.

A fresh approach is needed — an analysis of our human situation from a basis that recognises and confronts the psychological dimension to our behaviour

For how long are you going to keep wasting your money, time, and energy trying to impress people who will never matter in your life?

I'll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring.""And your tat, " she said, a smile in her voice.

The comfort of that lifestyle began to eat away at me like a cancer almost. It began to rob me of my joy and my faith. It kind of robbed me of my purpose.

Prejudice is a house-plant which is very apt to wilt if you take it out-of-doors among folks.

Necessity is the last and strongest weapon.

My mind is always racing, and always going and always working, and it's a gift and a curse.

The wild Bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering.

How sublime is the audacious tautology of Mohammed, God is God!