I'm not of the American ilk that, you know, your lover needs to be your best friend and know you inside out. I think he should know you well enough to please you. Otherwise, what secret will there be to tell him when you're ninety?

I've always had a fantasy to write a cookbook, because everyone wants to know what a model eats.

All chefs are like Jewish mothers. They want to feed you and feed you and impress you. It's an eagerness to please.

I was lucky to have a successful career as a model, but that was just a way to pay off my college loans.

I'm not attached to things at all. I'm very lucky to have quite a few beautiful things, but if I look back at my life, I was often happiest when I had very little.

If any chef ever tells you they're not inspired equally by the truck-stop barbecue as they are by the four-star Michelin restaurant they are lying.

Where is it written that a smart woman can't also be stacked?