When I started to work on perfume, I could not reduce the idea of a woman to one smell.

Shoes transform your body language and attitude. They lift you physically and emotionally.

To feel like a woman, wear heels, to feel like a goddess, wear five inches.

I would hate for someone to look at my shoes and say, 'Oh my God! That looks so comfortable!'

Men are like bulls. They cannot resist the red sole.

A woman carries her clothes. But the shoe carries the woman.

Shoes are just a pedestal. What interests me is the power of the woman who wears them.

Istanbul is inspiring because it has its own code of architecture, literature, poetry, music.

The higher the better. It's more about an attitude. High heels empower women in a way.

It's a good addition. There are so many bad addictions. Better be addicted to shoes than something else

The stiletto is a feminine weapon that men just don't have.

Hatred imprisons the haters

There is a correlation between the physical and spiritual worlds but only attachment to the physical world causes emotional suffering.

Awards movies are normally sort of... life-affirming and noble. It's probably too much of an intellectual conceit and, you know, people don't like it when you don't lead the bad guy off in cuffs.

People will never know how hard it is to get information, especially if it's locked up behind official doors where, if politicians had their way, they'd stamp 'top secret' on the color of the walls.

For national and social disasters, for moral and financial evils, the cure begins in the Household.

Science is concerned about quantity; religion is concerned about quality. Religion is concerned with the art of how to live life and how to die life.

If you can't change the status quo, make the status quo, change.

You might question a winkle - a feeling that came to you right out of the blue - but you didn’t question knowing.

But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.