“If I allow journalists to describe a collection and they make mistakes, I’m upset, because the retractions are never noticed.”

There’s an awareness of fashion in this country, and it’s not limited to gay people.

If you really love someone and care about him, you can survive many difficulties.

Women’s Wear Daily can do more than any other publication to establish a designer.

I don’t trust a lot of journalists.

I’m a sexual person, and that’s reflected in my clothes and my advertisements.

People in their 70s can still have incredible lives. Health is the most important thing.

We’re not doing outrageous fashion; I make sports clothes that are relatively conservative, clothes that everyone wears.

I still drink vodka; I’m not an advocate of drinking, but I’m no angel. I don’t like grass, because it just makes me hungry.

People read things into my commercials that don’t even exist.

I love women. I’m trying to do beautiful things with them. I’m not trying to insult them. My life is not about that.

The only way to advertise is by not focusing on the product.

I’m not trying to be Mr. Universe, but I want to stay in shape.

When I get into bed at night, I hope I don’t get into it alone!

My wardrobe consists of antique clothes, many of my designs, plus shoes and shirts from Brooks Brothers and Paul Stuart.

I’m more offended when someone’s killed on television than when there’s something that’s sensuous or sexual. So what?

Commercials capture your attention, that’s all.

Sometimes all I want is to be a few inches taller so the world does not look like a dense collection of torsos.

I got into comics about the same time as music. By 12 years old, I had discovered my dad’s killer comic book collection filled with Silver Age books from his youth…early Spider-Man, Thor, Fantastic Four,

The totality of beliefs and sentiments common to the average members of a society forms a determinate system with a life of its own. It can be termed the collective or creative consciousness.

There is a collective as well as an individual humor inclining peoples to sadness or cheerfulness, making them see things in bright or somber lights. In fact, only society can pass a collective opinion on the value of human life; for this the individual is incompetent.

Life is but a collection of habits.

An Army is a collection of armed men obliged to obey one man.

But the universe, as a collection of finite things, presents itself as a kind of island situated in a pure vacuity to which time, regarded as a series of mutually exclusive moments, is nothing and does nothing.

I’ve got a great cigar collection – it’s actually not a collection, because that would imply I wasn’t going to smoke every last one of ’em.