If I cut my hair, others did. If I shortened my dresses, so did everyone else.
In 1919 I woke up famous. I'd never guessed it. If I'd known I was famous, I'd have stolen away and wept. I was stupid. I was supposed to be intelligent. I was sensitive and very dumb.
Youth is something very new: twenty years ago no one mentioned it.
As I now feel, I would wish to be borne off anywhere out of this world.
Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.
Fashion is in the sky, in the street.