Confidence is the best accessory. It can make or break an outfit.

Your closet needs to be a place of joy and celebration of who are you now - not who you were.

Don't let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you love. And most importantly, be kind to others, even if you don't like them.

You should feel beautiful and you should feel safe. What you surround yourself with should bring you peace of mind and peace of spirit.

Clothes allow you to see yourself in a different light. They can transform you instantly and have a very real, visceral impact. Clothes become symbolic of who we are.

Texture is something we forget - it makes outfits look very expensive. You can do a monochromatic outfit, if you're afraid of things that are more colorful and printed, and still create interest.

Rules like 'don't wear white after Labor Day' or 'shoes matching the handbag' are antiquated. Modern women should feel free to experiment.

Style offers concrete rules you can follow. You can use it as a resource rather than a barrier to feeling good about yourself.

The fashion industry [is] built on, and thrives on, our collective insecurity.

The key to personal style is understanding your individual beauty enough to know which looks will work for you and which probably won't.

Style applies to a lifestyle. It's not about being told this is trendy, you must do it. Now people have more access than ever before.

Learn to grow with what each season brings.

Grownups don't pay it much attention because they can't imagine anything more majestic to a child than their own selves and so confused dependance for reverence.

The need is what is necessary.

I used to want to gamble, too, until I was 20 and could actually go to a casino. Then I wasn't so crazy about the attitude.

The single greatest gift you could ever give the world is to be exactly who you are.

Strength is a matter of a made up mind.

Just as the camera draws a stake through the heart of serious portraiture, television has killed the novel of social reportage.

If we hope for what we are not likely to possess, we act and think in vain, and make life a greater dream and shadow than it really is.

Happiness is like a cake: have too much of it and you get sick of it.

His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.