“You can’t be beautiful and hate because hate is a corroding disease and affects the way you look. … You can’t hide it – ever. It shows in your eyes. It warps your expression. It affects your character, your personality.”

All the praise I received couldn’t substitute for the praise I had never received from my mother at home.

I never like other people to clean for me. I don’t want them to invade my own privacy.

To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.

Everybody asks me, ‘So, what are you doing now?’ Why must I be doing something? All my life I’ve been doing something.

Men go after me, and I choose among them.

I’m not conniving – that has a pejorative context. I’m not sitting in back rooms making deals. That’s not my style.

All my life I’ve been doing. For now, I’m being — being quiet, being grateful.

I’ve lived through a lifetime of crises and survived.

Even when I jog, I need a place to get to.

You’ve got to love people, places, ideas; you’ve got to live with mind, body, soul; you’ve got to be committed; there is no life on the side-lines.

Since I was young, the artistic expression that fashion embodies has inspired me. It’s a way to communicate oneself.

Everyone has their own way of expressing happiness.

Love must express itself as service

I’m learning to work under pressure. Yesteryear songs are slow and demanding on the expressions.

It’s an unexplainable feeling, an expression. It’s a touch, it’s a feel. Once you feel it, it’s like no other thing in the world.

When I was a little kid, I simply loved music and enjoyed expressing myself with my body.

As the Swiss inscription says: “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

These thoughts will kill me if I don’t express them.