New York was big enough and wide enough that it allowed for reasonably eccentric people like me to thrive. It was a perfect place for me.

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

Sometimes other people have better ideas.

Every since high school I've been drawn to magazines.

Taste has nothing to do with style.

Everybody thought New York was this hard, cruel place, and I found it to be an extraordinarily wonderful place filled with the most interesting people.

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.