Flirting Is Conversational Chemistry.

All I Want Are High Heels, High Heels. If I Was A Girl, I'd Wear A Lot Of High Heels. High, Stiletto Heels.

I Equate Peonies With Love Because They're The First Blooms Of Summer.

You Listen To Handel Operas, Right? And There Are A Thousand Of Them, Right? And They All Sound Alike. If I Look Back On My Work, Maybe It's The Same Thing.

If You Try To Have A Fashion Show With Bach Fugues And John Coltrane, It Doesn't Really Work.

I Have A Lot Of Obligations.