One Night Stands Are Not For Me.

Everybody's Looking At Me But It's Alright I Like Attention The Clubs Not Hot Until I Walk Through They Stop And Stare And Watch Me Move Like Damn I Like That I'm Sexy And You Know It.

Life Is Too Short To Blend In.

You Need To Look Like A Lady At The Oscars. Otherwise, Joan Rivers Will Tear You Apart. Then Again, You Aren't Really Anyone Till Joan Rivers Tears You Apart.

There Is No Sin Worse In Life Than Being Boring--and Nothing Worse Than Letting Other People Tell You What To Do. I Was One Of The Few Heiresses To Walk The Runway As A Model. A Lot Of People Thought That Was Shocking. Why Did I Do It? Was It A Desperate Cry For Attention, Like The Papers Said? Hardly. It's Not Like I Need Any More Attention. Did I Do It For Money? Of Course Not. Modeling Doesn't Pay That Well, Anyway, Unless You're Gisele Or Cindy Crawford, Or, Like Patti Hansen, You Get To Marry A Rock Star. I Did It Because It Was Fun.

I Won't Have A Cabinet As A President; I Will Have A Closet. A Giant Walk-in Closet With All Styles Of Advisers, Like Michael Kors, Kanye West, Diane Von Furstenberg, Naughty By Nature, Stephen Hawking, Madonna, Karl Lagerfeld, And, Of Course, Tinkerbell.