Quotes About Luxury

I love Chanel. Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, Chanel!

I would have never thought that I'd be doing Chanel.

I like the Chanel mascaras.

I met Chanel in the 1960s when I was working over in Europe. She sent me clothes all the time because I was only, like, 110.

I love wearing Aqua de Gioia by Armani, and Chanel.

There's a special feeling that you get from Chanel that you don't get from any other show.

I love, love, love Charlotte Olympia shoes, but who doesn't?

I remember being really poor until I got my first $250,000 check from Faberge. That was pretty nice; I put it in the bank, and from that moment on, there seemed to be a lot of champagne and limousines in my life.

I adore dark chocolate.

I love dark chocolate, 70 percent and up.

Caramel gives chocolate a run for its money.

I love my massages super strong and my chocolate super dark.

'Atlantic City' is very good.

The mental baggage involved in attempting to feed yourself when poor is immense. Being able to go into a supermarket and buy what you both need and want is incredibly freeing, but it's a luxury not appreciated by anyone who hasn't experienced longterm hardship.

Superstars have so much adulation and love which people get used to, living it up in fast lane.

With a global society hungry for luxury, distribution and supply chains are now as important for executives as a hands-on feel for products.

My favorite brand I have ever artistically collaborated, entertained, and supported over the years is the huge house that Coco Chanel built: Chanel.

What am I supposed to haul my dogs around in, a Rolls-Royce?

I did the cover of Cigar Aficionado, so I'm supposed to talk about loving cigars. I've smoked them a couple of times. My father used to smoke cigars. I love the idea and the concept, and I love the smell of cigars.

You know, this might surprise people, but what I really want and what I'm really working toward is a Chanel suit. I'd really like to have one that I could wear forever - a really classic one.

He opened the rear door and I got in and sank down into the cushions and George slid under the wheel and started the big car. It moved away from the curb and around the corner with as much noise as a bill makes in a wallet.

A doorman opened the door for me and I went in. The lobby was not quite as big as the Yankee Stadium. It was floored with a pale blue carpet with sponge rubber underneath. It was so soft it made me want to lie down and roll.

His clothes looked as if they had cost a great deal of money and had been slept in. (Guns at Cyrano's)

I used to like mine with champagne. The champagne as cold as Valley Forge and about a third of a glass of brandy beneath it.