No one knows how hard one works.
I wasn't a fashion editor. I was the one and only fashion editor.
People who eat white bread have no dreams.
Never fear being vulgar, just boring, middle class or dull.
I wonder about prisoners. They're told, "You are free, you are innocent, you can go anywhere." I'm sure they usually feel nothing. They don't burst into tears or hysterics or joy or "I told you so." It's nothing. To be on the straight path isn't a bloody thing. It's just ordinary.
My life has been more influenced by books than by any other one thing.