To me there's something so personal and intimate about clothes.

I think I could kill any woman that I saw wearing clothes of yours--of yours." She laughed mockingly.

"My beloved, you've seen them often enough, but you haven't known they were mine; that's all." "I didn't recognize them, because no one could wear your clothes like you.

It would be a caricature.

That's a fact, Jasmine." She reached up and swept his cheek with a kiss.