I wish we could treat our bodies as the place we live from, rather than regard it as a place to be worked on, as though it were a disagreeable old kitchen in need of renovation and update.

There are so many young women who tip over into being a facsimile: they don't really inhabit their lives or their bodies.

We accept there's an emotional aspect to life. But we're not very developed in our ways of understanding it.

I think it is one of the capacities of human beings, to create style.

Bodies are becoming our personal mission to tame, extend and perfect.

Boys, young men, men of all ages are being captivated by the new visual grammar which pushes men to pout and posture.

I've always felt very sympathetic from the first days of writing about women that, whatever the woman, whether she is trying to be a woman in the conventional sense or breaking the boundaries, those struggles are quite difficult.