When I Was About 10 I Ran

When I Was About 10 I Ran Away To See My Father. He Couldn't Have Cared Less. He Just Took Me Back As Soon As He Could.

I'll Never Forget One Morning I Walked In And I Had A Hell Of A Bruise - It Had Been A Difficult Night The Night Before - And A Client Said To Me, 'good God, Vidal, What Happened To Your Face?' And I Said, 'oh, Nothing, Madam, I Just Fell Over A Hairpin.'

Beauty Is.. The Passionate And Positive Expression Of The Complete Self.

Like Most Ghetto Kids I Knew It Was Important To Be 'somebody' So I Became A Good Soccer Player, Because Excelling At A Sport Seemed To Make You Special.

When The Doubters Tell You It Can't Be Done And All Kind Of Tragedies Will Come Your Way, I Say Nonsense. If You Can Get To The Very Root Of Who You Are And Make Something Happen From It, My Sense Tells Me You Are Going To Surprise Yourself.