The first real grip I ever got on things was when I learned the art of pedaling.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
You get older. You start seeing the beauty that’s in that process. You start trying to find love in that, find the beauty in that, which is completely different than being 21.
To be young now, and to be young whenever — I can only speak for my generation — is to be intensely judged.
The earlier years of my business were so reflective of my youth, my life and New York.
I wish wearing flat-irons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats,—more’s the pity!
My father was pretty busy. I mean, I learned more about him at his funeral than I did, really, growing up.
I can’t go to Disneyland, as myself. I can’t go out and walk down the street. There’s crowds, and bumper to bumper cars. And so, I create my world behind my gates. Everything that I love is behind those gates. We have elephants, and giraffes, and crocodiles, and every kind of tigers and lions. And […]
Before I would hurt a child, I would slit my wrists. I would never hurt a child.
At the time I was coming up, there were girls doing sport, but it wasn’t as prevalent as it is today. The view was always that maybe you should go and cook—and that’s probably why I never learnt to cook.