There's no sense in trying to be or look like anyone other than yourself.

I remember looking through magazines or watching movies even just a couple of years ago and being like, 'I really want to be part of that,' but not realizing what that was.

If you get a wrinkle, I don't feel that's indicative of your losing ground. That's ridiculous.

I love Edith Wharton. And I love old New York. Anything to do with New York.

Never give up. In the end it'll all be worth it.

Everyone has this universal understanding of roommate drama.

The only person pressuring me is myself.