Stephen Jones' hats are what we used to call 'creations'; extravagant, odd things for extravagant, odd people like Madonna or Lady Gaga. They're worn in a parallel universe.

Chandeliers are marvels of drop-dead showiness, the jewellery of architecture.

The newsprint thesp celebrity interview as a middle-brow art form suffers from desperate overproduction. There'll be at least 10 in the broadsheets today and every Sunday hereafter.

Rock and roll is the hamburger that ate the world.

Global new money has houses everywhere, and serious helicopters, it doesn't aspire to the Miss Marple life of St. Mary Mead.

There is an interior style we intellectuals and design policy wonks know as Haut Euro Pooftastic, which really takes the biscuit.

If beauty isn't genius it usually signals at least a high level of animal cunning.

All I'm saying is that Louis Vuitton and L'Oreal didn't invent branding at some point in the mid-Eighties. Big, reassuring names have been around a long time.

Socially smart people have always mocked the threateningly mobile, and anti-branding is a central strand of high-end status conflict now.

One should never learn from one's mistakes. Making the same mistakes, over and over again, is a source of unremitting pleasure.

Advertising has always been a huge unrecognised source of outdoor relief for the arts.

By looking far out into space we are also looking far back into time, back toward the horizon of the universe, back toward the epoch of the Big Bang.

The simple the process is, the smarter the system becomes.

Appreciate what you have instead of regret ting for something you don't have.

I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God.

I'm a big fan of simplicity, especially with songs and I try not to make them complicated. I just make them simple and let people absorb that message themselves. That's my theory.

Ask yourself, 'how long am I going to work to make my dreams come true?' I suggest you answer, 'as long as it takes.'

This has always been the way of presidential politics. The president rises above the fray while his surrogates go on the attack. They throw the spears and fling the mud; he sits upon the throne.

I'd rather clean my toilet than go to a show-business party.