I'm shy, but not on a one-to-one basis. Over the years, I have become acclimatised to a bit of publicity.

I dont want to show clothes, I want to show my attitude, my past, present and future. I use memories and future visions and try to place them in todays world.

I'm usually very attracted to things that I can't define. If something's too clear, it's very often not inspiring to me anymore.

I’m very attracted to things that I can’t define.

The fashion world doesn't know the word stop, so you have to make sure there are sublime moments every day.

Fashion has a long interest in collaborative situations.

If I see a fashion show with literal influences, it doesn't make me think any more. It doesn't make me dream.

When it's only clothes, that is not satisfying enough for me. I don't think I could do this for 10, 20 years if that was all. It also has to be about a psychology or a mentality or a concept.

Fashion is such an octopus. You're connected to so many people: suppliers, pattern makers, production teams, marketing teams, vendors.

I find it fascinating to see the fact that women want to buy things that they see on men.

My aim is a very modern Dior, but at the end of the day, I also look back.

The true moments of one's life were sadder for the fact that they must always be synchronized with the ordinary: with rail timetables, with breaks in traffic.

As for Doing-good...I have tried it fairly, and, strange as it may seem, am satisfied that it does not agree with my constitution.

Why would anyone lie? The truth is always more colorful.

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't, luckily, have to bother about that.

Michelle Obama was asked when life begins. According to her it's when she and Barack take over the White House.

To think that someone we loved, trusted, opened our home to could do this to our daughter and granddaughter is beyond belief.

It is easy to turn our religious life into a cathedral for beautiful memories, but there are feet to be washed . . .

When one heart opens to another heart, it usually results in love.

We have no choice, we must all die. How we live, however, is entirely of our choosing.

They best can judge a poet's worth, Who oft themselves have known The pangs of a poetic birth By labours of their own.