“I personally would not have plastic surgery. What the hell for? It looks ridiculous.”

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.

I couldn’t have attended half the parties that I was supposed to have been to according to the newspapers. It bothers me.

Traditionally, the sample is always better than the stock you deliver to the store.

People who run a ready-to-wear company are businessmen rather than production or design people.

There are a lot of gay people in fashion, but it’s not as if every gay person is a great creator.

Levi’s can produce many more Western jeans than we can and make them at a better price.

What we’re doing is fun – if you have any sense of humor at all!

I have the reputation of being easygoing. But inside, I’m like nails. I will kill.

No 27-year-old has the experience to run a company that does a quarter of a billion dollars a year in sales.

When I started the business, I hardly went home. I became very driven about work and about my career.

It seems there’s always another rumor about my life; some people are simply talked about more than others.

I’m not a politician and don’t want any part of politics.

To look back is to relax one’s vigil.

The greatest lesson I learned that year in Mrs. Henry’s class was the lesson Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to teach us all: Never judge people by the color of their skin. God makes each of us unique in ways that go much deeper.

Technicolor makes me look like death warmed over.

I love myself when I am laughing. And then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

You cannot look at a person and tell whether they’re good or bad.

My reasoning they may counter; my speech they may distrust; my apparel they may disapprove; my face they may reject; and even my bargains may cause them suspicion; yet my love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest clay.

Evil looks like you and I. I know what evil looks like, and I know that it comes in all shades and colors.

It is the business of a virtuous clergy to censure vice in every appearance of it.