When I was a child, fear was common to my life - fear of having nothing to eat, fear of the other children taunting me at school because I was illegitimate, and particularly fear of the big bombers appearing overhead and dropping their lethal bursts from the sky.

If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful.

For me, it is good to be vulnerable. It makes me nice... weak sometimes, but in a good way, not a tragic way.

When I'm walking along in the street, I always feel that around the corner,there is something wonderful waiting for me. That's my attitude.

Beauty is in you and is reflected in your eyes. It is not material.

Transformation is something I cannot explain - too much analysis might destroy it.

Style must be adapted to the woman and not vice versa. The same can be said of clothes.