The problem with me is anything that's easy I will just overdo it. Especially with clothes. But I'm 14 - my mom is super-strict about that.

He was doing - Ray was designing the clothes for my mom's show from California. And one of the first appearances I ever made on television was on my mother's show and Ray and Bob did the clothes for that. It has been a long time.

Only men who are not interested in women are interested in women's clothes. Men who like women never notice what they wear.

Women's fashion is a subtle form of bondage. It's men's way of binding them. We put them in these tight high-heeled shoes we make them wear these tight clothes and we say they look sexy. But they're actually tied up.

I love being a woman and I was not one of these women who rose through professional life by wearing men's clothes or looking masculine. I loved wearing bright colors and being who I am.

It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.

My diminished girth in tailor phraseology was hardly conceivable even by my own friends or my respected medical adviser until I put on my former clothing over what I now wear which is a thoroughly convincing proof of the remarkable change.

Marriage is like paying an endless visit in your worst clothes.

Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic the second is intimate the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.

I remember a specific moment watching my grandmother hang the clothes on the line and her saying to me 'you are going to have to learn to do this ' and me being in that space of awareness and knowing that my life would not be the same as my grandmother's life.