The Royal Family are not like you and me. They live in houses so big that you can walk round all day and never need to meet your spouse. The Queen and Prince Philip have never shared a bedroom in their lives. They don't even have breakfast together.
I don't think the jet-setting life is really for most people.
Boy, I loathe Persian luxury.
It means I wake up to sunshine every morning, and I can afford to drink better wine at night. But I haven't completely sold out to Hollywood.
Life in Beverly Hills is a game, and I make the rules.
I live in a 9 million dollar turd.
Of a life of luxury the fruit is luxury, whether in agriculture, or commerce, or literature, or art.
If you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another's.
I don't want to be a millionaire; just live like one.
I'm not good at living in the grim places...when we did Gatsby, I lived in Claridges, that's where I wanted to live. I can't live in grimness and then go play a classy human being.
I prefer the material woman.
I could pull my living in and live OK, but I don't want to live OK. I'm very happy to live in my penthouse, very happy I can pick up a check, very happy to have a great life and be able to spread my wealth a little bit.
I also love lifestyles of the rich and famous and guess what? It's not unusual for me to sit in bed with my laptop and glass of wine, clicking through real estate slide shows on the New York Times website; looking at ungodly expensive homes I could not ever possibly afford.
He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.
