When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?

When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep walking.

I remember when I came home from the hospital after having my son, I wore a Narciso Rodriguez black coat. Then, I was using this fragrance that I had created. I walk by that coat, and it still smells like that fragrance. It takes you right there.

I'm aware of people's association with me and fashion and I certainly take that role on for some occasions, but it doesn't dominate my thoughts all the time.

Most of my friends in New York are single women or gay men.

I cringe inside when anybody gives me something. I don't know why. I just get embarrassed.

If I didn't have kids, I would be at the theater or the ballet every single night of my life.