I was raised in a solidly upper-middle class family who had really strong values and excess was not one of the things that my family put up with. And there's something wildy decadent about the young-star lifestyle, and I just don't really see the point.
I've got a house that's only 45 minutes from Monte Carlo.
For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.
Manhattan, one of the most moneyed spots on the planet, also has one of the greatest concentrations of people in its skyscrapers. It's also, of course, the place where every architect wants to build his tower.
I have a home in Salt Lake, and I have a home in Malibu, at the beach.
How can you live the high life if you do not wear the high heels?
We like to read about rich people in the newspapers; the papers know it, and they do their best to keep this appetite liberally fed.
You get spoiled on 'Captain America,' where your trailer's two blocks long and it's got three bedrooms.
A lot of parts of L.A. are interchangeable with suburbs in Joburg. Very big, ostentatious houses with palm trees and lawns. Lawns are very important. Never underestimate lawns.
When I get old, I'm going to the old folks' home. I don't want to be one of those guys who's hanging around the house bothering the kids. But not just any old folks' home. I want the whole top floor.
I can walk. It's just that I'm so rich I don't need to.
I could buy an island. I could buy a private jet - but I have NetJets.
No state income tax, no snow, lots of golf courses, and ready-made gated communities make Florida an irresistible place for seniors - the ones who have the income level - to retire.
To live like a poor man is only fun when you are rich.
There's no conversation more boring than talking about what it's really like to live in Newport and how the show compares to the real thing. I just don't care.
I suppose that the main benefit of being rich (over just being independent) is to be able to despise rich people (a good concentration of whom you find in glitzy ski resorts) without any sour grapes. It is even sweeter when these farts don't know that you are richer than they are.
Because I grew up in such tight spaces, I don't get manicures, pedicures. I'm not into cars, but I am into a fabulous house. I wanted the spiral staircase, clean sheets on the bed, to be able to take a shower.
Once I'm satisfied and I've made enough money where I can afford to live in Malibu, because it's very expensive, I will definitely be back there.
Why on earth is the 'New Yorker' publishing puff pieces about pretty girls who go to parties? Does the 'New Yorker' ever run photos of cute boys just because they're cute and they come from money and they go to lots of parties?
I live in, literally, the same home when I was swiping my first bank card and wondering if I'd have to put back the Charmin. We still don't have a dishwasher. My mom has done all these gardens so now my house looks like the garden shack in the middle of Versailles.
There's a difference between being posh and being rich.
I don't want to live my life in a five-star hotel. That's not real life to me. You can't appreciate it.
I wouldn't run for President. I wouldn't want to move to a smaller house.
As soon as you set foot on a yacht you belong to some man, not to yourself, and you die of boredom.
I'll know I'm famous when I have five Ferraris, seven houses, Cameron Diaz on my arm and a little man following me with a huge bag of money.
