Oh, my God, my thirties blew! Forties are great.

I don't think I got thin. I think I got healthy.

I almost resent the whole fashion thing. Good God- never wearing the same thing twice and all of those things. It's a pain in the ass.

I always try to sleep for at least eight hours a night and, of course, water, water, water!

I'm a bit of a clothes hoarder, admittedly. I try to weed out stuff. My girlfriends come over for cheese and wine and go shopping in my wardrobe. They especially love it when they get stuff with a tag still on.

I don't know what it means to be a sex symbol. When I look myself on a magazine cover I don't see it as me, but as someone painted, fluffed, puffed and done up.

Life can be dramatic and funny all in the same day.