I Don't Really Like Knees.

I Pass For A Hypersensitive, Reclusive Neurotic, Which I May Well Be, But I Hope The Year Won't Come When My Anxieties And Fatigue Will Destroy My Love Of This Life, Of All The Things That Inspire Me--a Line Of Music, A Face In A Vermeer Portrait, A Character In An Opera, Or A Model Born In Harlem.

To Be Beautiful, Woman Enough To Have A Black Sweater, Black Skirt And Walk Arm In Arm With The Man She Loves.

I Was Born With A Nervous Breakdown.

Elegance And Beauty Have Been Banished.

Haute Couture Consists Of Secrets Whispered From Generation To Generation, If, In Ready-to-wear, A Garment Is Manufactured According To Standard Sizes, The Haute Couture Garment Adapts To Any Imperfection In Order To Eliminate It.