And I came close to losing a part of my foot on two occasions. I hope I'm consistently lucky and that the next time I develop a blister or step on something sharp, that I don't go as far as I did on those two times.

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

Maybe in adopting an adolescent attitude you then take on the look of a young person.

The thing is I never want to be an observer, it's only in retrospect that I wish I had observed.

Behind every beautiful fur, there is a story. It is a bloody, barbaric story.

I can't imagine a pain more all-encompassing than losing a child.

I'm sort of doing a lot of the things now that I never thought I would and that I wished I had done a year or so ago.