I hate the idea of making any of my children into a mini-me. That would be terrible.

Memories are like mercury. Every time you sort of try to get near them, they slip out of your hand like a bar of soap.

A marriage is a solemn affair. The tempest of emotions and the myriad of arrangements are giddying, and when one is faced with these, clothing seems to be the last of one's priorities.

When I think my hair needs a bit of help, I just glue another bit onto my head.

There hasn't been anything real since grunge. That was the last movement led by music or an art form.

In fashion, there are so many gangs, if you identify too much with one, you get caught - I would lose my freedom.

I don't tell anybody else what to wear. I would never dream of it.