Eventually you get bored and you want to work.

Pink is like the one color I say I hate, and yet somehow I end up wearing it. Like, Michael Kors sent me a pink dress, and I'm like: 'So beautiful!' And I'm wearing it telling him 'I hate pink, why am I wearing this? It's really nice though.'

There's nothing worse than people who want to make you feel better when you are losing. I just want to smack them.

In New York, you can just wake up and everything sorts itself out. I love that, not having a plan.

Keeping your private life as private as possible is the smartest thing.

I wish no teams had cheerleaders. I find it more distracting than anything else.

Let's be honest: I just want a Super Bowl ring.