I've learned a lot about genuinely not caring what strangers think about me. It's very liberating.

I try to take care of my hair because it sort of has to withstand a lot of blowdrying and ironing.

I'm never going again on Met Gala. It was so un-fun. It was boiling. It was too crowded. I did not enjoy it at all.

People think, "She's just a rich kid." Until I was 18, I was. Then I was broke. I've never taken a dime off my parents. I'm completely self - made.

One evening when I had my wood-burning stove going I realized I hadn't thought of dessert.

You'll never be happy if you can't figure out that loving people is all there is. And that it's more important to love than be loved. Because that is when you feel love, by loving somebody.

I definitely don't read any tabloids. You really have to find a way to separate the words of people you respect - stranger or not, but respectful content, positive or negative - and people who are just in pain and projecting their own sh*t onto you.