“Life is not a beauty contest, some [ugly people] are great. What I hate is nasty, ugly people… the worst is ugly, short men. Women can be short, but for men it is impossible. It is something that they will not forgive in life… they are mean and they want to kill you.”

Don’t wear what you question, wear what you think is right for you.

I get along with everyone except for men my age, who are bourgeois or retired or boring.

The brain is a muscle, and I’m a kind of body-builder.

Its all about taste.If you are cheap, nothing helps

My job is to bring out in people what they wouldn’t dare do themselves.

Fashion is a language that creates itself in clothes to interpret reality.

I do my job like I breathe — so if I can’t breathe I’m in trouble.

I don’t want to do anything over again, ever again. I want only to do what I haven’t done. There’s no “again.” There’s only the future. I hate the past – especially my own past.

Guilty feelings about clothes are totally unnecessary. A lot of people earn their living by making clothes, so you should never feel bad.

I never fall in love.

I’m never content with what I do. I live in a sort of permanent dissatisfaction. I think that’s the secret to doing things well.

I’m born with a pencil in my hand. I did lots of sketching.

These are fat mummies sitting with their bags of crisps in front of the television, saying that thin models are ugly. Fashion is about dreams and illusions, and no one wants to see round women.

Personality begins where comparison ends.

Work is making a living out of being bored.

I never drink anything hot; I don’t like hot drinks, very strange.

Throughout my life, I’ve been that annoying kid on every stage at school, in every talent contest.

There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon.

Competing is intense among humans, and within a group, selfish individuals always win. But in contests between groups, groups of altruists always beat groups of selfish individuals.

I’m not scared of Tiger. I’m not scared to go head-to-head. I’m not scared to have a long-drive contest with him.

A nervous breakdown calling himself a magician, two coachloads of 70-year-old religious maniacs looking for a fight and a fancy-dress contest that nobody knew about.

People are ready to do either, and the content has to work on both.

This contest between the secular and religious visions of government is really the main choice to be made

You will find that the truth is often unpopular and the contest between agreeable fancy and disagreeable fact is unequal.