“When I’m lying in bed I think about the next collection. That makes me sound insane, doesn’t it? That I’m getting into bed with David Beckham and thinking about clothes.”

I have started smiling! I’ve mastered this smirk; it’s a smile that isn’t a smile.

The older you get, the more comfortable you become with yourself, and you accept what you have physically.

I’m very realistic. I know my boundaries – I know what I’m good at and what I’m not good at.

I can live with my own mistakes. I can’t live with anybody else’s.

Wearing short skirts while dancing to a manic routine without showing your knickers or looking indecent is a talent, as far as I’m concerned.

Fame is not like a jacket. You can’t put it on and then take it off.

I’m not shy about asking the customer, because I want to talk about who she is and what she wants from me.

If in doubt, anything looks good with a white shirt.

I love fashion, and that’s how I express myself.

I dress sexily – but not in an obvious way. Sexy in a virginal way.

Some people aren’t satisfied that I’m a gay man in a woman’s body and swear that I’m secretly a real boy.

You’ve got to trust people. And because I am a control freak, sometimes that’s difficult for me, because I want to micro-manage absolutely everything. I can’t hand over. But I’m trying to do that more.

I believe in creative visualization.

I’m not a supermodel. I make the best of what I’ve got.

When I dress in a certain way and do my hair and makeup in a certain way, it’s not to get attention. I’m not a supermodel. I make the best of what I’ve got. I work out to look the best that I can.

I’m still me even after all that’s happened.

I would lie in bed, and I was nine years old, and say to myself: ‘I want to be the richest man in the world.’ I’ve come a long way from there.

I love being in bed almost as much as I love food.

I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.

I have three closets in my bedroom.

Preying on the grievances of disaffected young men is the bedrock of Islamism.

I’m knocked out, I’ve never felt so physically and mentally exhausted, I’m quite stupid with it and long only for bed; but I am happy.

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink, put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink. Oh, it could be so nice to grow old with you, I wanna grow old with you.

I go to bed every night and the list of what I’ve accomplished is astounding.