We say something every morning when we decide how to dress.

But I think that sometimes, when one's behaved like a rather second-rate person, the way I did at breakfast, then in a kind of self-destructive shock one goes and does something really second-rate. Almost as if to prove it.

Fashion is free speech, and one of the privileges, if not always one of the pleasures, of a free world

in a sense much great literature is subversive, since its very existence implies that what matters is art, imagination, and truth. In what we call the real world, on the other hand, what usually counts is money, power, and public success.

We all want to be guilty, because guilt is power.

We say something every morning when we decide how to dress.

We can lie in the language of dress or try ot tell the truth; but unless we are naked and bald, it is impossible to be silent.