I have no problem walking in New York because I have a very brisk pace: By the time anyone recognizes me, it's too late, I'm four blocks away from them.

I still feel as if I weren't a good enough mother. I didn't break any rules. I didn't cause my son any pain. But I did bring to my life some of my father, who was very controlling and very remote. I was working a lot. I wasn't there enough.

Three things have helped me successfully go through the ordeals of life -- an understanding husband, a good analyst and millions of dollars.

My weakness is pizza, any form of carbohydrate. I like junk carbohydrates, I like cheap greasy cheeseburgers, quality french fries.

When the doctor said I had diabetes, I conjured images of languishing on a chaise longue nibbling chocolates. I have no idea why I thought this.

I don't think you should ever expect forever in anything, in either platonic friendships or sexual friendships.

Having a dream is what keeps you alive. Overcoming the challenges makes life worth living.