Nobody gets lucky all the time. Nobody can win all the time. Nobody's a robot. Nobody's perfect.

I grew my beard out a little bit just to show that indeed I am a man.

I will be 60 or 70 years old still rocking my Chanel blazer with my hair all coiffed.

I played soccer, and I was the kid who ran the wrong way, or I was pretending to be some sort of zebra and I would flail my arms and kick up my legs.

Figure skating is theatrical. It's artistic. It's elegant. It's extremely athletic. And there's a very specific audience for that.

We are each an army of one. March forward with your army, never let go of your future and never listen to idiots who tell you ‘no.’

I love skating and sparkling and flying around the ice, and people clap for you. It's an amazing feeling.

To sum up my idea of on-ice costume fashion sense, it's probably that too much is never enough.

I suppose being fierce is a very good thing, and a very cool thing. But more than fierce, I think I'm a strong person and a strong individual. And that's what I take with me every day.

You only live once. Life is a show

I'm going to be a happy housewife. I'm going to be washing boxers and cooking and doing all those sorts of housewife duties. I just want to be happy and proud of every single day.

Wear your true purpose in life with full pride. There is absolutely no other better way to present yourself to the world.

I really want to drive a Porsche GT1 car - also a McLaren, if I could fit. I want to do LeMans badly. I want to do Spa, a European series with World SportsCars.

Generalized intelligence and mental alertness are the most powerful enemies of dictatorship and at the same time the basic conditions of effective democracy.

The sun too penetrates into privies, but is not polluted by them.

In essence, I'm a sophisticated cotton picker.

The only positive benefit of the injury to Flintoff may be the end of his captaincy ambitions

One should not only photograph things for what they are but for what else they are.

Everything is passing ... enjoy its momentariness

The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love.

I was bruised, but I wasn’t broken.