Although I had a few jobs that I didn't like, or quit, or got fired from, I really loved New York from the moment I got here and I never stopped.

I was dyslexic before anybody knew what dyslexia was. I was called 'slow'. It's an awful feeling to think of yourself as 'slow' - it's horrible.

All my life I've felt like somebody's wife, or somebody's mother or somebody's daughter. Even all the time we were together, I never knew who I was. And that's why I had to go away. And in California, I think I found myself.

It's interesting that there are places that words can't get to.

Style and taste do not have anything to do with the other. It's the difference between wit and humor.

Beauty doesn't have anything to do with prettiness. Beauty has to do with something else; it gets into an area where words can't go.

Style is a way of talking about yourself.