“Men aren’t necessities, they’re luxuries.”

I am the girl who everyone said was never going anywhere. I guess I shocked a few people.

You can’t just sit around and watch life pass you by. You have to keep dreaming. Sonny taught me that, and I intend to do him proud.

I’ve been screaming at the top of my lungs at my family, ‘Work out! Work out! Old age is coming!’

Words are like weapons; they wound sometimes.

I’ve had so many rebirths, I should come with my own midwife by now.

The truth is that in my job, becoming old and becoming extinct are one and the same thing.

When you stop trying to find the right man and start becoming the right woman, the right man will find his way to you.

Donald Trump can’t come up with a hairstyle that looks human, how can he come up with a plan to defeat ISIS.

Someone once said “The only thing that will be left after a nuclear holocaust is Cher and cockroaches.” I think that’s funny, because, you know, I am a survivor. If I am anything, that’s what I am.

If a man’s a good kisser, he’s a great f-.

Men are a luxury, not a necessity.

Sometimes I feel like an old hooker.

Singing is like going to a party at someone else’s house. Acting is like having the party at your own house.

Some years I’m the coolest thing that ever happened, and then the next year everyone’s so over me, and I’m just so past my sell date.

Honesty makes me feel powerful in a difficult world.

Women, unlike most men, are able to accept mystery, accept whatever comes to them – even if it’s not logical.

The great majority of men, especially in France, both desire and possess a fashionable woman, much in the way one might own a fine horse – as a luxury befitting a young man.

Uncompromising thought is the luxury of the closeted recluse. Untrammeled reasoning is the indulgence of the philosopher, of the dreamer of sweet dreams.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

Luxury, to me, is not owning a lot of stuff. Luxury, to me, is feeling unrushed.

Luxury lives in the finer details. It’s a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It’s a mint on your pillow before bed.

Pessimism is a luxury that a Jew can never allow himself.

Luxury is feeling unrushed. It is designing a life that allows you to do what you want with high leverage, with many options, all while feeling unrushed.

In my early years, there were a number of experiences that made me decide I could not afford the luxury of just being an actress. There were a number of issues I wanted to address. And I wanted to use my career as a platform.