“I never wanted to join fashion industry or being another Donna or another Dianne. I made clothes that I wanted to wear. I would cut, I would sew and I would wear, and it made me to feel better.”

I’m not the type of person who dwells too much on bad things.

You have to hold onto your fantasy.

Keep your sunny side up, keep yourself beautiful, and indulge yourself!

Just to see what a pink dress can mean to a woman, any woman, but a disabled woman, that’s extra special and thrilling because they shouldn’t be separated and their disabilities don’t have to separate them in anyway.

With over 3 million women battling breast cancer today, everywhere you turn there is a mother, daughter, sister, or friend who has been affected by breast cancer.

Hard times always lead to something great.

I hate to say it, but the truth is that the upscale line is where I get respect as a designer. The higher the price range, the higher the respect level from the industry, even though it’s much easier to make a great $500 dress than a great $100 dress.

It’s just been so heartwarming to see my clothes on people in wheelchairs and people needing physical support.

If a girl comes to me first for a prom or a bar mitzvah and she likes the way she looks and her boyfriend likes the way she looks, she’ll come back.

When you’re designing clothing, you really only have one point of focus, and that’s the body. But home is fabrics and furniture and floors and natural light. If fashion is a planet, home is more like a universe.

I was always dancing and acrobatics was my specialty.

At any appearance, I make sure that before the person takes a pic and runs away, that I make contact. All I can do is give that little bit of me, the kickback is miraculous.

If it hadn’t been for the rise of the working woman’s wardrobe, I never would have found the time to sneak a kid in.

I was a cheerleader for nine years.

Real success is being totally indulgent about your own trip. You put your blinders on about the garbage and go full speed ahead.

My customer isn’t wrapped up in labels and money.

At a time when it was very brave to do because Ataturk was cutting off the heads of the imams. And people thought that that was foolhardy of my father.

China didn’t want to lose the cutting edge of technology. So the idea of having a Sina Weibo was an attempt to compete with Twitter. However, it has no soul – which is freedom of expression. Nevertheless,

My father was a very religious person. And he prayed five times a day. And he did that throughout his relationship with Ataturk.

I have always had strong maternal instincts.

I was nineteen and I put a bowl on and I said, Cut around! Because it was not the fashion at the time when I did that hairdo – and I kept it all my life!

There is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.

In [family snapshots] the flow of profane time has been stopped and a sacred interval of self-conscious revelation has been cut from it by the edge of the picture frame and the light of the sun or the flash.

A decade of cutting away dead flesh, cauterizing old scars ripped open over and over and still it is not enough.