I like playing sort-of-crazy people. There's something really, really fun about that.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am really into hair. I'm a real girly girl and love doing my hair and experimenting with different styles.

Classic Christmas cookies are really time-consuming. Instead, make a bar you can bake in a pan and just cut up, like a brownie or a blondie or a shortbread, which still has that Christmas vibe.

My biggest complaint with tights is that they do not accommodate skinny-ankled people like myself.

I like to play the ukulele, but I'm not, like, awesome at it. I mostly play the piano and the guitar.

Nothing's better than a picnic.

Always the aim for me is making people feel like they are not alone. That's just the greatest feeling.

A lot of people work out to be skinny. That's so boring, and it seems like a depressing goal for a modern woman.

I remember having this friend in school who said she didn't like the Beach Boys. And in that moment I knew we couldn't be friends anymore.

It's never too late for a coffee. After all it's morning somewhere in the world.

After staring at origami directions long enough, you sort of become one with them and start understanding them from the inside.

Female friendship... I think you have friendships that come and go, and then there are ones that the girl becomes a part of your bones.

Money goes to money heaven, body goes to body hell.

All our qualities, whether good or bad, are unstable and ambiguous, and almost all are at the mery of chance.

A man is worked on by what he works on.

I was proud to work with the great Gershwin, and I would have done it for nothing, which I did.

I have been fiercely private, in part because I could never understand how a journalist could be otherwise. I was also the mother of small children, and security concerns were paramount.

I literally want to work until I'm in the grave.

If you can't get a compliment any other way, pay yourself one.

I found Mick Jagger... very bright. I always liked him very much and still do.

Well, that’s not something you see every day. Go tell your father that Grandma needs the grenades.