“I’m still me even after all that’s happened.”

When I’m lying in bed I think about the next collection. That makes me sound insane, doesn’t it? That I’m getting into bed with David Beckham and thinking about clothes.

My children and my husband make me smile. My work makes me smile.

I’ve always been a worker. I’ve never expected be given anything.

My dresses are for women of all different shapes and sizes. Actually, the one I tried on yesterday was the one Jennifer wore. And who’d have thought I’d be the same size as Jennifer Lopez!

I am a control freak. I am very hands on and pay attention to details.

It’s not healthy to be jealous.

Some wedges are great but you can look like your feet are encased in cement.

And while everybody was busy laughing, what was I doing? I was laying the foundation to what I have in place now.

My aim is to create the perfect dress!

I have no intention of ever working with the (Spice) girls again.

It’s such an old-fashioned attitude to make people feel like they’re not good enough for your clothes. That’s so negative and so old-fashioned and wrong.

I appreciate that young girls look up to me. And I take that very seriously.

Just as I love women, I love gay men. I always say it: inside me there is a gay man who wants to come out.

Red is a strong, happy, optimistic color, and I like having fun with it, you know? Like, when colors clash – I love that strangeness.

I want to reach as many women throughout the world as I can.

I don’t believe anyone who says they don’t care what people say about them. Of course they bloody well do.

Let us be the ones who say we do not accept that a child dies every three seconds simply because he does not have the drugs you and I have. Let us be the ones to say we are not satisfied that your place of birth determines your right for life. Let us be outraged; let us be loud; let us be bold.

We can only learn and advance with contradictions. The faithful inside should meet the doubtful. The doubtful should meet the faithful. Human slowly advances and becomes mature when he accepts his contradictions.

The lover only gets what is offered not a shred more.

It’s true, pressure is something that goes with football nowadays. You need to accept it, and everything that it involves – the good and the bad.

Sometimes you have to accept that a guy played better on the day than you.

I decline to accept Hebrew mythology as a guide to twentieth-century science.

There is no way around the hard work. Embrace it.

You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance.