I have always felt that the way we treat animals is a pretty good indicator of the compassion we are capable of for the human race.
It’s been my experience that the longer I do yoga, the more I want to know, the more I am able to understand and the less judgmental I am.
Modeling was so fleeting it doesn’t count in my life scheme.
Every one of us gets to find our way, hopefully surrounded by love, but we still have to pick out our own way through the land mines of life. By accepting this and relinquishing control, there’s just extraordinary beauty.
I can’t remember when I wasn’t an animal rights activist.
You know, the fashion business is this legendary repository of young girls on their way to getting husbands. I really wanted to work.
I’ve always loved animals and I always thought that they were, if not better, then the absolute equal of any two legged creature that God ever created.
It’s not so much what do I want to be doing in 15 years, it’s how I want to be in 15 years.
My parents made no money whatsoever, but they really knew how to see, as artists. So a big adventure might be, on a hot, dreadful day with no place to go, to go out and draw our chickens with pastels. My parents gave me a sense of wonder.
If you’re a baby about the media, as I was, you can’t imagine what it’s like when the great approval machine shines its beam on you, when every time you cross the street someone comes out of a manhole to talk about your haircut.
I had a romantic, ‘Aren’t I a good girl?’ take on divorce, but the truth is that was stupid.
I was really involved with other people’s opinions of me, and it got heightened during my film career. I don’t have any opinion, good or bad about it, it just was. It’s not the way I feel now, and I think yoga has a lot to do with that.