What an electric thrill it sends up and down the spine, how it sets the heart racing: A Royal Romance! A Royal Wedding! The pomp and the pageantry!

I have Tom Ford, Gucci, Saint Laurent, McQueen, and odd pieces that Ive just acquired because I happened to have come across them and felt they have some historical resonance.

Marrakech in May is unseasonably tagine-hot.

I was ten years old when my first Vogue cover sang me its siren call and dashed me against the treacherous rocks of fashion obsession.

Essentially what you're doing is collaborating with the photographer to create an image that reflects the fashion you're trying to capture and also hold a mirror up to the zeitgeist at the moment.

I don't have an off-duty wardrobe.

Alexander McQueen's heartbreakingly premature death, at the height of his creativity and influence, has robbed the fashion world of a soaring and unique talent.

My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.

I started collecting couture when I was about 10 or 11 years old, and the very first piece I bought was a Balenciaga suit from 1962.

I literally in the New York flea market - just when I was despairing of ever having a great serendipitous find - found a 1926 Chanel.

Six feet three in her stocking feet, LWren Scott was every inch a great lady.

Wasn't much of a life anyway. Wasn't much of a brain.""But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?""Word games, " I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.

Discovery requires courage and acceptance that we are not in control, and that the future is uncertain.

If you view life as a gold rush, you're going to end up worshiping a golden calf.

Every time I do what you say I tumble a bit farther down this well of darkness, an' this here is a drop too deep an' too dark for me. I have to stop falling while I can still see a bit of the sky.

They're still in the game, and they're trying to get back into it.

Order is the law of all intelligible existence.

We know next year was suppose to be our year, but we didn't feel like waiting when we think we can win now.

Explanations don't comfort. You won't feel better if you know why. It won't hurt any less.

Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This." I said. And then I kissed him.

Just the perfect touch of rebellion," says Haymitch "Very nice." Rebellion?