Money, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you be miserable in comfort.

If you’re not a sex object, you’re in trouble.

The prerequisite for making love is to like someone enormously.

I guess anyone with a beautiful body, man or woman, loves to be looked at, but to admit such a thing is a little rough at times. That's why it's hard to get people to pose.

I guess I'm a survivor. There are many of us survivors and any successful woman of my age has somewhat of that in her.

The happiest people I know are not those who are the most beautiful, rich or famous. The happiest people I see are simply those who stay cheerful and try to cheer up others while getting through their own bad stuff

I care. I care a lot. I think of Cosmopolitan all day, and I run scared. So it's a combination of fright, caring and anxiety.