Now I'm being blamed not only for anorexia but for lung cancer.
It's all about the blanket. Blanket, pillow, and red wine. You should always be asleep on a plane.
I definitely feel more comfortable in my own skin since turning 40.
I don't want people to know what is true all the time and that's what keeps the mystery.
I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.
I started going back and forth, New York, London, New York, London. I wasn't looking back at all. I was doing tons of jobs. Working, working, working, working.