It's a tricky time because people are going after the wrong people, too. There's a misplaced rage and aggression, that as a person in a public position you almost feel like you have to be perfect now when you express yourself. It feels almost unfortunate.

I have a lot of responsibilities outside myself. I have a large family. I want to know I can always be helpful.

I love walking into a closet and smelling lingering perfume, so I always spray my clothes. And at the end of the bottle, when the atomizer no longer reaches the tiny little dribble that is left, I unscrew the top and pour the remainder onto a t-shirt or dress.

I don't judge others. I say if you feel good with what you're doing, let your freak flag fly.

If you're a nice person and you work hard, you get to go shopping at Barneys. It's the decadent reward.

Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

Can you really forgive if you can't forget?