In Paris, it used to feel like you were living in a museum. As beautiful as it was, it's still limited. But here you have just everything.

You don't necessarily live for the moment; you live for hope-what you're going to get, what you're going to say, what you're going to think.

I'm not trying to be the next Joan Rivers.

How do I do it? I don't know how I wouldn't do it-that's the thing.

I'm so involved in melancholy.

Remember this: No one is looking at your imperfections; they're all too busy worrying about their own.

There's no reason for unhappiness if you're living with nice design.