I have a notebook that is filled to the brim with my dreams and ideas and goals and aspirations.

My dreams came true while wearing the opening look from the spring/summer 2010 Dior ready-to-wear collection. I will never forget how special I felt opening John Galliano's show, like I was living a dream.

Sometimes your dreams come true.

Catcher in the Rye had a profound impact on me-the idea that we all have lots of dreams that are slowly being chipped away as we grow up.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

I am very lucky because I am realizing my childhood dreams, and after presenting my shows it's like a party.

That disturbs people when they know they didn't have the guts or integrity to stick to their dreams.

My heroes, my dreams, and my future lay in Yankee Stadium. And they can't take that away from me.

Every year for New Years I write down all of my goals and dreams and put them in my Bible. At the end of the year I go and pull the paper out and check this off and check that off.

I only remember the end of my dreams, like waking up at a steering wheel, or falling.