“My dream as a passionate cook has been to go to Le Cordon Bleu. Never could my most incredible dream have lived up to the experience.”

I feel a lot. I get really bad stomachaches all the time. So I went to a doctor, and he said, ‘You’re a feeler.’ I take on people’s pain a little too much.

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.

To a true-blue professor of literature in an American university, literature is not something that a plain human being, living today, painfully sits down to produce. No; it is something dead.

Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.

Oh, I listened to a lot of the blues. I love the blues. You know, Slim Harpo, people like that, and Sonny Boy Williamson.

A voyage to Europe in the summer of 1921 gave me the first opportunity of observing the wonderful blue opalescence of the Mediterranean Sea.

I wouldn’t think I would coach again, because it would just be hard not being in the Cowboys’ blue.

Ten percent of the big fish still remain. There are still some blue whales. There are still some krill in Antarctica.

When I first ventured into the Gulf of Mexico in the 1950s, the sea appeared to be a blue infinity too large, too wild to be harmed by anything that people could do.

No water, no life. No blue, no green.