For the most part, I try to be healthy and eat good things, but if you give me a baguette and some Camembert, I'm gonna eat it.

I'm 43 years old, and I know who I am, and I own my mistakes. They're my business. And when somebody who doesn't know me has an opinion, it's none of my business.

Sometimes Harvey Weinstein will let me use the Miramax jet if I'm opening a supermarket for him.

I eat whatever I want. I like bread and cheese and wine, and that makes my life fun and enjoyable.

I cannot go to sleep with dishes in the sink.

I am who I am. I can't pretend to be somebody who makes $25,000 a year.

Having survived her 10th London winter (she got through January by assigning it "international month," and amusing Moses and his big sister, Apple, 9, with a visiting Italian chef, Japanese anime screenings, and hand-rolled-sushi lessons, no less), Paltrow admits that her dreams of relocating the family to their recently acquired residence in Brentwood, California, are becoming ever more urgent.