There's nothing that really motivates me anymore and demands that I get up in the morning. In the past it was Yves Saint Laurent.

Love is what makes me live, quite simply. It's the only thing that makes me work. It made me become what I am today.

I won't make a mark on history. I have some importance in the time we live in, but that's all.

Chanel liberated women: Saint Laurent gave them power.

Yves Saint Laurent hated fashion. He loved style.

I hate nostalgia. Today is always better than yesterday.

I am faithful up to the point of death. It's the only thing I respect. I never abandon anyone. I'm not talking about sexual relations. I'm faithful in my friendship, my admiration.

A collection is like a dinner party. It is made up of the people you invite, but also the people you don't.

On my own account I certainly wouldn't have become the director of a couture house. I didn't have sufficient admiration for fashion as such to have done so.

Loving dogs is a question of anthropomorphism. We become attached to dogs because of the feelings we project on them.

When journalists come to interview me, it's a part of my life that is exhibited, as if pieces of clothing are being taken off one by one. But it's not very important really.

For all the days of our lives," we finished and I felt a little like a character in one of my grandma's soap operas.

LAWYER, n. One skilled in circumvention of the law.

The older I become the more I realize of that I have to work very hard to reproduce what I search: the instantaneous. The influence of the atmosphere on the things and the light scattered throughout.

I can write a song in about an hour if it's a simple country song.

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die

Mailer's Law: A thing either gets better or it costs more to run it the way it was.

Writing makes you feel that there is a reason to go on living. If I couldn't write, I would stop breathing.

Personal differences, musical differences, business differences, but most of all because I have a better time with my family.

Depression makes me hate the world, but it gives me a million things to think.

I often daydream about the future, thinking of the world in 100, 200 years, imagining what it looks like, feels like. I hope that my books are like ghosts that will inhabit this future.