Quite often - a lot of the work I had done had been extensively with women. Most especially in the theater, but also quite often in the movies. That has its own delights, and maybe pitfalls too.

Failure's a natural part of life.

I've permitted myself to learn and to fail with some regularity. And that is probably the one thing I was given, and that I'm still grateful for.

And may the best of you - for it will only be the best of you, and even then only in the rarest and briefest moments - succeed in framing that most basic of questions, 'how do we live?'

Nothing you do particularly matters. But I'm not sure that's a great excuse for doing it poorly.

I don't have a saviour or a royal family.

Art is not disposable. If you want it, you have to hold it and smell it and touch it and read the credits and enjoy it and put it on your wall.

Imagine how asleep or utterly unperceptive and clueless you would have to be not to see yourself as absurd for the most part.

I'd hate to see any film I'm involved in fail, especially artistically but also business-wise.

I think 1973 was the nadir of fashion. When you watch the coverage from that era, you're struck by the astonishing ugliness of the clothes.

It's not a gift of mine, but one given to me, to be able to criticise myself and not be crushed, by myself or by others.

The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can be worth more than a secret told.

I'm a huge fan of 'Sons of Anarchy.'

I can't edit live as meticulously as I can for an album.

I think now because of this whole social media thing, people obviously felt these things [about cultural appropriation] before, and they comment on everything.

The longer a dead-end, the more it looks like a road.

Also, chubby people can never truly pull off ethereal the same way skinny people can never be jolly.

If you like not my writing, go read something else.

The drought was the very worst when the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst.

The street and me is a love story. 1971 is a great date because, finally, fashion took to the street.