Well there are a lot of things I like to eat but at this time of year I'm finding I'm making fig and chèvre salad at least once a week and that's a combo that's hard to beat.

Floating in a lake, lying in a hammock, playing a bit of Scrabble...that's what I'm in need of.

God didn't give me the ability to play the piano, or paint a picture or have compassion. But... he did give me the ability to crack a walnut with my hoo-ha.

OK, Rule number 1: Unless you're served in a frosted glass, never come within 4 feet of my lips.

I always think that fashion isn't just about clothes; it can be applied to anything.

It's time to get your head out of the dumps and your legs in the air!

We are so excited for what's next. I think that's what I love most about it, the energy and the excitement that comes from that.

Always half an hour a day where it's just me and my yoga mat.

I always like the current one [collection] the most, that's just my nature!

The ideas can come from anywhere; the energy just comes from loving what I do.

Always take one last look in a full-length mirror before leaving the house.

Unconditional love should not be presumed to be without ardent expectations as also the inevitable disappointment.

It is not the small number of big decisions that we take but the large number of small decisions that we take in life, shapes our life.

No matter what I accomplish, it doesn't seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz.

To the sick while there is life there is hope.

How does one kill fear? ... How do you shoot a specter through the heart slash off its spectral head take it by its spectral throat?

Death is the easiest of all things after it, and the hardest of all things before it.

I've had pets my whole life, and I grew up with pigs and cows.

...what I try to do is a good bad picture. I work it out very carefully, and then I do something that looks as if it went wrong.

My mother was passionate. She was stubborn, the dominant one in the family. She dominated my father.

In the middle of the silence in a writer's house lies an invalid: the book being worked on.