“You can’t be an entrepreneur for other people. You can’t start a company for other people.”

When I was a child, I probably should have been medicated about my obsession with The Spice Girls.

The New York that Frank Sinatra sang about, people will never know that place. The New Orleans that Louis Armstrong sang about is the New Orleans that’s still there – it’s preserved.

Christmas for me is all about spending time with my family. I cherish any chance we have to spend all day together making gingerbread houses, baking cookies, or sitting around and watching movies.

After my first year on ‘Gossip Girl,’ everybody said, ‘You’ve got to do a big commercial movie, ride this wave.’

I think I became my own stylist by not knowing any better.

They point out flaws in other people to make them feel good about themselves. I think at any age or any social class, that’s present.

My whole family’s been in the business. My whole family is crazy.

Honestly, I am a shy person.

People say, ‘Well, whose career do you follow? Where do you see your career going? What movie do you want to do next?’ And I can’t tell you what type of movie I would go and do next.

I had a premonition when I was nine that I’d marry Leonardo DiCaprio.

I want babies. Lots of babies. Of course!

There’s something tangible about the essence of the city. You can taste and smell it.

I always loved fashion.

My mom would have different fragrances for different times of the year. They were a part of her identity.

The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree – those to me, are the scents of the holidays.

My mom and dad always taught acting, so instead of getting me babysitters, they would just bring me to class.

You can put city polish on a man, but by golly, it seems you can’t ever rub it off him.

Have you ever heard apple wood talking? It’s the most loquacious of all. You really can’t get a word in edgeways.

Every ruler must remember three things. Firstly, that he rules man; secondly, that he rules according to law, and thirdly, that he does not rule for ever.

I wouldn’t trust the best fifteen minutes I ever lived to get me into heaven.

I don’t feel I ever played the victim, although I was always in jeopardy.

Looking back, now, I realize that you only ever need one person who lights up that way when you enter a room.

I want to be the best player to ever play this game.

Songs, ideas, even paintings are pouring out of me.