The daughters of God don't brake for jerks.

Shame--what happened when my mother, the dragon, huffed and puffed and blew my self down.

I was a very young girl and I got into fashion very much by accident, wanting to be independent. What was wonderful was that while I was learning and discovering - learning about the work, discovering myself as a woman - I was allowing other women to feel the same way.

I am tremendously inspired by many women around the world who work under dire circumstances to make a difference for their families.

I'm not a fashion person, but I would describe my style as very neutral. I love a good silk slip.

A smart girl leaves before she is left.

I have a room full of shoes: heels and sneakers and everything.

Tereza's mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything. Her words had the ring of truth, backed as they were by the experience of a woman who had lost everything because of her child. Tereza would listen and believe that being a mother was the highest value in life and that being a mother was a great sacrifice. If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.

None but the brave and beautiful can love.

My own mother died when I was 10 years old. My folks have told me that what little humor I have comes from her. I can't remember her humor, but I can remember her love and understanding of me.

I don't know. There are so many beautiful girls around, that after a while you start looking for someone, who can make you laugh.

A man came up to her. Expensively tailored suit. Okay, he wasn't exactly a man because he was only thirty-five. But he was trying.