“I think that it’s a crime to say you are bored when time is so precious and there are so many things to do in life: read, learn, watch.”

I was never a feminist because I was never ugly enough for that.

I’m not a social person. Not that I’m not at ease. I’m pretty good, but it bores me. Not the people, but the whole thing. What for? It’s not very productive. I only want to do what I have to do: fashion, photography, books. And that’s all.

Chic is a kind of mayonnaise, either it tastes, or it doesn’t.

The French say you get hungry when you’re eating, and I get inspired when I’m working. It’s my engine.

Fashion designers are dictators of taste.

Never use the word “cheap”. Today everybody can look chic in inexpensive clothes (the rich buy them too). There is good clothing design on every level today. You can be the chicest thing in the world in a T-shirt and jeans – it’s up to you.

I have no personality, or I have three, depending on how you look at it.

I’m not an employee who goes to the office every morning at the same time. Then, vacations are needed.

I like girls to be wild but at the same time beautifully brought up and very funny.

I don’t care if people I admire criticize me because their opinion is valuable to me.

I’m a working-class person, working with class.

I’m very much down to earth, just not this earth.

The thing at the moment is Adele. She is a little too fat, but she has a beautiful face and a divine voice.

Nothing scares me more than people with some doll collection.

The purpose of life is life.

I don’t like sleeping with people I really love. I don’t want to sleep with them because sex cannot last, but affection can last forever.

There’s a kind of edge to what you’re doing, the kind of leading edge of what you’re doing. Inside that edge [are elements you] are familiar with, and are probably becoming slightly bored with, as well, over a period of time. “I’ve pulled that one out before. Oh, no, I can’t I’m just fed up with that.

I, you know, am all over the place – every category of pictures I have made, good, bad or indifferent.

In the family of continents, Africa is the silent, the brooding sister, courted for centuries by knight-errant empires – rejecting them one by one and severally, because she is too sage and a little bored with the importunity of it all.

I got quite bored, serving in the bar. Since I was there, the customers wouldn’t talk about women, and with half their subject matter denied them, it was: horses, silence; horses, silence.

Conclusion 2: There’s nothing more demonic than two bored twins. ~Signed Tamaki

I mused for a few moments on the question of which was worse, to lead a life so boring that you are easily enchanted, or a life so full of stimulus that you are easily bored.

Texting is addicting. Once you get emotionally involved with constant outside stimulation assaulting your brain, it is hard to stop looking at your machine every two minutes. Without rapid fire words appearing on a screen, you feel bored, not part of the action.

I mean, if I was living to please people, I’d have never been in a band at all. I wouldn’t have anything awesome around. I’d just be bored.