“I don’t think I was born beautiful. I just think I was born me.”

I trust pictures, but no pictures made in my world – because I know what goes on.

I don’t like workouts that make you bulky.

No one should ever be ashamed of going to meetings. It’s healthy, it’s therapeutic and it’s the right way to live.

I loved watching so many of the great designers I’ve worked with do what they do. That’s why I’m still loyal to the designers that I’ve known since I was 16.

I have no regrets. I’ve got my health.

I’ve never made an excuse of not knowing my father, because I’ve had great people in my life.

I was always told to avoid being famous just for being famous. That’s something that has always stuck in my mind. I like to work. It helps if you like what you do.

I don’t worry about a number. I’m fine with aging.

My mum [who has breast cancer] is a fighter. I’ve got that from her, I know she’s a fighter.

I’ve never had a fear of traveling and going to a new place. I adapt.

Feeling passionate about something doesn’t mean you have to be angry.

Gluttony? I could eat and eat and eat and eat and eat. I’d love to pig out on gluten. I mean, I’m allergic to gluten, but I really want to do that. I want to sit in bed one day and just pig out.

You see all races in music, and in dance and theatre, so why can’t we see it in fashion?

The worst was when my skirt fell down to my ankles, but I had on thick tights underneath.

What makes a person is the ability to look at themselves and deal with their own lives.

Everyone has a temper. A temper is an emotion.

I was the kind nobody thought could make it. I had a funny Boston accent. I couldn’t pronounce my R’s. I wasn’t a beauty.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.

I was in disbelief that I’d just explained my dreary life to this bizarre, beautiful boy who may or may not despise me.

I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.

I feel fine and comfortable with myself, but not because I’m beautiful.

There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.

She has the scent of cinnamon summer that the roots of winter absorb.

What is really beautiful must always be true.