I think the way the world has evolved, it's maybe caught up to me. It makes more sense and it makes it click on a larger scale.

I don't speak Italian, but I do speak Moschino.

When I first started my own brand, when I needed an icon, I had no other icon but myself. I had to create that.

I won't work with people who won't give me the freedom to be me.

The world has changed around me. I've been me, and continuously being me in a constant, steadfast way.

If you want me to shine, you need to give me the parole to do that.

I love what I do, and I only want more. I love the whole process. I love designing, I love figuring out how to make the clothes happen, I love the ad campaigns.

People think I'm being stupid or false humble. It's not. I don't think I always fit in. Maybe it's a complex you get as someone who has always been fighting on the outside.

I guess I always think of myself as more of the people. I always feel like a bit of an outsider.

I've always loved plastics and rubber, and it's such a specifically unique material that you have to have the manufacturing abilities to make it.

When I'm hell-bent on something, there's no way around it. I can be a very stubborn.

There are only two kinds of people in this world, Mr. Sallinger: people who rise above that suffering and people who let it define them." (The Ables)

Believing you're something that you're not excites the mind and the imagination. And it's hopeful.

A conquered foe should be watched.

I believe in the healing restorative power of art and communication. And so that's probably my rule. But that doesn't apply to bedtimes. And stuff like that.

Once you've grown up in space, moving on means moving out, not going back to Earth. Nobody wants to be a groundpounder.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Her mind is a haunted house.

I love being Canadian. I think growing up in Canada gives you a world perspective that I certainly enjoy.

That's the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don't even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.

That was the first night I dreamed of Eward Cullen.