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.

Chutney is marvelous. I'm mad about it. To me, it's very imperial.

If it isn't a passion, it isn't burning, it isn't on fire, you haven't lived.

You can see and feel everything in clothes.

Too much good taste can be very boring. Independent style, on the other hand, can be very inspiring.

Every girl in the world should have geisha training

Truth is a hell of a big point with me. Now I exaggerate—always.