I love uniforms because they allow you to hide. No one knows what you are thinking, so it's a very appropriate and correct way to be yourself.

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.

It is wise to know God.

Beware the crazy traveller! Mind expansion can be contagious...

People in third world countries aren't living in poverty, they're living pretty much as nature intended us to live it and putting us all to shame

Everyone only goes around the track once in life and if you don't enjoy that trip it's pretty pathetic.

Did you ever hear the Oriental proverb, "The dogs bark but the caravan passes on"? Let them bark, Scarlett. I fear nothing will stop your caravan.

If Mr. Obama wants to get things done, he must recognize that in Washington only the president has the power to make the first big move.

... people loved to suffer, as long as the suffering made sense. Everybody suffered. The key was to choose the form of your suffering.

The free person does not live by an unexamined faith. To do so is to worship an idol whittled out and made into a fetish.

I can ski out of my back door.

The others strapped themselves below - except for Coach Hedge, who insisted on clinging to the forward rail, yelling, "YEAH! Bring it on, Lake!