All my life I've pursued the perfect red.

Most people haven't got a point of view; they need to have it given to them––and what's more, they expect it from you.

Elegance is innate. It has nothing to do with being well dressed. Elegance is refusal.

We all need a splash of bad taste. No taste is what I am against.

Don't look back. Just go ahead. Give ideas away. Under every idea there's a new idea waiting to be born.

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.

I've never met a leopard print I didn't like.