“Some fairy tales end with the girl marrying the prince some start there.”

The relationship that counts most in my life is the one I have with myself. I have a great, great, great relationship with myself, and it gets better and better as I get older. The other day, I was talking to Barry in the car and I said, ‘I’m so glad I’m me!’

I design for the woman who loves being a woman.

Don’t talk about your diet. It’s just boring, and the last thing you need when dieting is to be considered boring.

I don’t care about fashion, I care about women.

Confidence. If you have it, you can make anything look good.

My best friend is me, and I take good care of me.

If you’re not sure what to wear, if you don’t know how everyone else is going to be, then just be at your most beautiful.

I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I always knew the woman I wanted to be.

The easier your hair is to manage the happier you’ll be with it and the prettier you’ll feel.

It’s like learning to fall properly. If you can manage not to tighten up you won’t hurt yourself as much. The same theory applies to your day, physically and emotionally. The tensions simply can’t take hold.

I am a traveler. I am a nomad. I rarely sleep in the same bed more than three or four nights. And I know hotel life better than anyone.

I wanted to be an independent woman, a woman who could pay for her bills, a woman who could run her own life – and I became that woman.

My goal in life is to be your best friend when you open your closet.

Passion and persistence are what matter. Dreams are achievable and you can make your fantasy come true, but there are no shortcuts. Nothing happens without hard work.

It’s more important to be healthy and of good spirit than it is to be thin, just as it’s more important to be an attractive woman than a fashionable one.

When a woman becomes her own best friend life is easier.

What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.

Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God’s story never ends with ‘ashes.

At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.

Getting up at 4 in the morning, I slave away all day until by the evening I’m exhausted, and I end by forgetting all my responsibilities, thinking only of the work I’ve set out to do.

It’s okay not to be perfect. Your imperfections are what make you YOU. And at the end of the day, people like real people, flaws and all. At least I do.

Live as tho death is not the inevitable end.

God’s LOVE is Like an Ocean; You can See its Beginning, but not its end.

At the end of the day, I just do my job. I love my art.